Rainbow of Waiting

Behind the clouds, the sun hides its blushing face—
from within the winding path another path begins to rise.
I forget— that on this final evening, we were meant to walk a little farther together.

On the painted wall of my dream-lit heart, the torn dreams patch themselves together, sketching fragile images—
and from those sorrow-stained frames emerges a rainbow sky.
Beneath its shadow waits a humble, downcast woman.

In the dusty twilight of memory, I wander aimlessly;
the sun, bathed and weary, stands upon the border of pain—
and you are there, while I— let myself drift along the silent current of waiting, into the light of a rainbowed sky.

24 August 2025 – 1:35 PM