Arching across a grey-blue sky <br />with prism colours in my eyes <br />bending through a crescent high <br />carrying our dreams of awe <br />leading to a pot we're told <br />that just might hold some gold. <br />But for me 'the gold' we see <br />as its bands of perfect hue <br />remind me of what is true. <br />Hidden in Your pure light <br />are all the colours of our sight.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rainbow-22/
