Caricamento in corso...

Where the rain becomes a colour bow

Dragonheart woman,
whose vision in me remains,
beyond space, regardless of time
you put my core in flames.
Now I ask: “would you like another rhyme?”
 
Would you blow a little light through my veins?
Or would you touch my face as I hold you tight?
If only possible, at least I’d try,
even though you can’t be contained.
 
Spread your wings, show me your colours.
Yours is my glass of wine,
and also the kiss that follows.
Before I touch your divine,
I will ask: “shall we dance to expel the sorrows?”
 
Before you leave this place
pour on me a little grace,
take my hand, and to you, I will show
that space
where the rain becomes a color bow.

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