IT’S TOUCHDOWN IS IN HER YARD!
Had longed to hear the colour’s song
had searched for substance in the light
had called the stars for comfort’s sight
but none so far had given way
so my heart’s howls would all allay.
Was tensed with worries of the bolt
was lost for darkness in my steps
was pained for gloom in all respects
but none so far had reached its aim
that this and all was not in vain.
Had borne the thoughts like cracks of dusk
had carried stones in head and soul
had dragged these bones as piles of coal
but none so far had come to ease
the fear of that futility’s breeze.
But when I turned my glance outside
and there, it was – undoubtedly bright
A rainbow touchdown in my yard.
(…no answers yet, if just a spark)