Inside I watched the rain bleed blood,
Running down the window Pane. Then
all at once I was outside with
an umbrella that provided
no shade. I walked far away and
came upon an unburied grave.
In it laid no tangible thing,
But hoped-for, now stale images that
Had come to no fruition,
Marked with a tombstone “Here lies strife
And discontent”. I threw ashes,
Desperate to bury what was dead,
As hollow tears unlocked doors that
Were already empty in my soul.
These tears dropped on the ashes of
My grave, they kindled a violent
Flame and hues I had never seen,
brought forth a golden bird that flew
away, a rainbow in it’s wake.
It’s time to finally “Rise in peace”.