From The Rain


Bring me a rainbow

from the rain

that killed my candle flame

with shame.


Show a martyred ghost

to me.

Make it an angel.

Set it free.


I will follow

on the earth

my heart, my soul,

my life's rebirth.


Grow me a flower

from each seed

I can collect

from a virtuous deed.


Water and feed

it’s' precious stem

ironically

with the rain of the condemned.


Let it convert the water

from their doom.

Let the sun beam upon it.

Let it bloom.


Let it evolve

and spread its life

from field to field

of previous strife.


Let evolution

take on its course.

Let love and truth

bring strong discourse.


From ear to ear

of every child

to every system

cold and vile


let new ideas

coat change

with crystal, indigo light

amid the whistles.


Smash the factories down with hail

and form by reform

not derailed

by persecution

anymore.


We will live past

the thunder’s' roar

to see the clouds

clear up again.


Bring me a rainbow

from the rain.


2011


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