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Rainbow symphonies
A tarot deck of colors
Mirrors reflecting impossibilities
I don’t understand it all
The layers of realities
Overlapping one another
And spreading from each other all the time
Momentum, guiding everything
A whirlwind of worlds
Passing through my trains of thought
Getting off on each stop
And wondering where the hell I am
Greeted there not by grateful friends,
But new strangers
Filled with the old, the new, and the colorful
Smelling of sunberries and dark green skies
Willow blossoms in their hair
Snowdrops in their scent
Dance like trees and twilight
No two movements the same, like licks of fire
Wildflower bouquets in their hands
With ribbon tied clothes swaying
Like a separate entity altogether
But they’re torn and distraught
Ragged and patched
With sunlight and rainbow spectrums
And their carriers, well they’re
Speaking in subdued subtlety
Voices like leaves in a river
Wind in a waterfall
They’re fairytales come alive
With modest theatricality
But ones I’ve never heard
From grandparents with their grave voices
Never seen
With eyes curious and wide
But have always known they’re there
Felt them in my heart
In childhood recollections
And forgotten nostalgias
Creatures of fantasy
Living under bridges
And in barren holes.
Like old fashioned angels
Eagle feathers and pipe smoke
Pure on the inside
While rot on the out
Can’t tell who they are
Not really
Cloaked in too many masks
Too many emotions
Clouding their musical lips
Whimsicality in every soft word.
And their illusory eyes
Darkness behind pupils
Gray morality in irises
The pure in those perfectly bright whites.
Reflections of a people
Of a wonder
Of life and memories
So many many memories
Forgotten and held on to
With a vice like mind
Fantasies
Daydreams
And everyday life
Because the small things
Were always the most important
Strands of thought reflected in smells
In that Spring perfume
Flying by like startled finches.
The lost come back
To a grateful mind
Aided by the movement
The dances of lucidity
Motions from the past
Ribbons of color reminders
Of nostalgia and nostalgia’s offspring.
Yes, I am grateful
To those old strangers and new friends
But saddened too,
For those bright remindings
Brought so many dark findings.
