A Poem of Fantasy
I stood gazing out my window
As the night was pushed aside
The clouds and sky began to glow
There was no place now to hide
Caught between the floating clouds
The sun’s rays change and streak
As if the colors from the east
Are sent through holes that peak
Each morning the reflection
Of the sunrise lights the sky
Reversing every evening when
The sun sets and daylight dies
Each day seems very different
The clouds are not the same
Planes and birds poke holes
As if they’re playing games
Today without a warning
The sky opened like a door
It started with a bright light
I’ve never seen before
A perfect rainbow from end to end
Sent chills throughout my spine
I’m sure there is a pot of gold
I wished it could be mine
What caused the morning sky to glow
And paint this picture so
I stared there frozen to the core
Thinking, do I really want to know?
A Poem from the Wolrad Collection #116
