Rainbows On Walls

 

 

She makes rainbows on walls

And the light illuminates her

With her voice she soothes

The roughest of edges

On a dilapidated heart.

 

And I moved beyond belief

By the sounds her hands make

On a harp or flute she smoothes

Like the finest silk satin

My worn out weary soul.

 

Her tresses so golden glow

Brighter than the summer Sun

I’m amazed how she calms me

Taking all of my fury

Breathing peace in my mind.

 

She crowns me in silver shine

Clears away all of the noise

The sadness I shower

Dries beneath her bright star

Giving way to serenity.

 

How mighty and lovely she is

Among all the angels she seems

All I have to offer in return

Is a transformed set of hands

Lifting gratitude and praise.

 

So shall I spend generously

The rainbows so luminous

She creates with her words

And the kindness she inspires

Will I wield from my heart.

 

Copyright © 2021 Charles Edward York

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