Cynosure

You And I-(II)

Have you seen the sky

Right after the rain?

How a band of colors

Attaches itself

On to the skies

Ranging from one intensity

To another

Drawn and colored

By God Himself?

A marked symbol;

The sky's acceptance

Of clouds

That split open

Some moments ago

Letting loose of

Some uncoupled

Glass flakes

Which

Brooch on to

Paper thin skin.

The velvet like

Drops

Finding home

On the slick

Tongue

Wide

And waiting.

Where was the rainbow

When I looked for it

After every rain

On our earth?

Did I imagine,

The glass flakes

Were somehow

Callous?

How they embedded

(So painfully)

Themselves on to

Every curve

Of my undone

Hands

And mind?

Did I imagine,

The clouds were calm

After every storm

It unleashed

Cuffing my face

Not so subtly?

Were all the

Insecurities

And doubts

Competing with

My sanity?

Is that why,

The rainbow

Never appeared,

Cyn?

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©VioletEden