Rain(bow) dream
🌹Thorny Thursday🌹
Is gently waking still the dream with all its colours spun that like a Rainbow, higher still, was reaching for the sun? A thousand colours I did see, dawn of a golden day. Time’s greatest gift, eternity, in colourful array. I’m wide awake, the dream has flown, no colours did remain, the sky now grey with dark’ning clouds, shows just a bow of rain. My waking hours, they seem too long, is Time now standing still? I want my friend, the Night, to come, for dream again, I will.
Wow, Joyce. This touched my heart finding this today. Such beautiful poetry.
One thing about this good poem, it has been rhymed well. The writing has profundity and each stanza says something that is meaningful. Good read!