Rainbows Without Time

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, that what you see is

What you get when you try to be the best,

work the hardest,

give kindness, is nothing but darkness.

The sun lights up the day, explodes from navy to pink and red to blue,

but your shadow always follows you, always reminds you that

not everything is as it seems.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,

and we all agree that rainbows are spectacular,

unless it’s your son, your friend, your teacher,

then it is oppression, it goes against your beliefs.

You don’t want that cake, they can’t have that celebration,

this is God’s way.

Didn’t God create the world,

the colors that offend you, so

the colors that indicate life or death,

Pink for boys, blue for girls,

unless that is so far in the past that our view is obscured.

Emerald for May, Opal for fall; the most

flattering clothing to look the skinniest,

the hottest, the richest,

the rights you have,

what words you use,

what music you listen too,

the strongest gravity that nothing can escape from.

flashing lights are patriotic,

fear,

trouble,

it is breaking into a home and killing someone,

then going home to your family, while another

Mourns, grieves, buries the baby that didn’t have enough time.

Sex, life, healing, sunlight, nature, art, harmony, spirit,

whatever baker wants it to be. infinite colors, within the view,

each different for you and for me, and the soul, shining bright

without enough time.