Chasing The Sky

Chasing The Sky Chasing clouds with bottled rain With hope still rising, it left a stain From bleeding colors of a bow With a promise of riches down below. The brush of clouds, fingerprints in sky Distinguished the patterns of another goodbye As wind shuffles…

Rainbow

poem 13 A promise, a symbol, a new light. A sign that the storm is ending. A spectrum of color, a signal of new birth. We marvel at its mastery, this masterpiece inspiring art. -h.e.m.

#3 – Rainbow of Life

Red, vibrant In the beginning there was energy. Or so the scientists would have us think. It’s still around, in everything, moving back and forth, up and down, in circles and patterns. Vibrating eternal life. Flowing through you, as the colour of your blood matches…