Rainbows

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Rainbows – but I think only I can see them
Maybe it’s these glasses
Everyone says they’re rose colored
And maybe they are

But I see every color
Every color of every sunset
I see the pink, the orange, the joy
I see the purple, the blue, the melancholy
And I see it all fade to absolute blackness

But even then I know that in the morning
I will see every color of the sunrise
All these colors that are like one to me
The color of life
And I never want to take these glasses off.

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Fog

If there were not days shrouded in mystery,

Questions without answers,

A future enveloped in uncertainty,

What reason would we have to live?

 

With no hand to hold,

No destiny to see,

No plans carved in stone,

We embrace the fullness of life.

 

Dancing on the winds of fate,

Knowing that such winds can bring us anywhere –

Careening down to darkness in the beat of a heart,

But soaring to new heights of joy in the blink of an eye.

Story

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I saw you, and I saw a story.

 

So many things brought you here today, just as they brought me.

I picture your history – filled with love and pain and the determination that led to the breaths you now draw.

And it seems to me that the souls you harbor beneath those shells of a body aren’t altogether that different.

 

I saw you, but I didn’t ask you for your story.

For I imagine it is much like my own.