On Clouds and Rainbows

I had, rainbows on my wall

when I was a boy

I always looked at clouds

trouble was

I was always looking at clouds

I often, didn’t see

the things that weren’t rainbows…

But they, did see me

Perhaps it was malice

or just jealousy

But soon my rainbows

turned monochrome

and I and the clouds

got lost in the obscurity

Of sorrows wake

And cast in the conformity

Of capitulation

That boy became a man

that could, no longer see

For many a year;

he spoke, without a voice

walked without choice

and lived without rejoice

till he no longer

seemed to be

And then one day

one very fine day

someone whispered

I see a rainbow in you

and slowly

he too, began to see

And those clouds

revealed themselves

and with his pen…

so did he

and all of the colors

from all of his rainbows

flowed from his hand

And that boy

became the man

he had always wished

to be

© 2021 Robert Trakofler