Thursday 23 September 2010

Above These Hills

The rainbow smiled its arc ;
And then the sky was dark.
Extraordinary find.
'Till now - have I been blind?

The night rain drowns my skin ;
I stand and let it in.
Extraordinary shroud,
Erupting from a cloud.

And then it's still and black ;
I'm sure that I'll go back.
Extraordinary peace,
Anticipates release.

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