The Rainbow

From the top of the Volcano,
From the colorfull deep sea,
From the shining starstorm
[that I saw last night

I smell the sky above my shoulders
no weight, no mystic, no soul
only the lonely feeling of zero gravity
drifting on the big wheel

I hope to find the reef
and be able to hold tight
I want to climb on
so I might stifle the pain

I have succeeded
from there, the reef was only a little stone
but the heartache remains the same

And I wonder
wheter if there were no sorrow
maybe, then, life would be a total nonsense
Where is the rainbow? Between the storm and the ray of hope,
and I smile.

Watercolors on the waterfront landscape
that evoke past and future days, Chapter IX