A rainbow on my shoulder

as storm clouds lie ahead

I stop and wonder ‘why go on’

the rain beyond my tread

Halted from my wandering

a stillness reappears

The world to spin and trap in place

surrounding me with fear

My rainbow slowly dimming

its pot of gold has gone

And in its place a darkness comes

the shadows growing long

But far off in the distance

the sky a new portend

Calling out in vibrant hues

— to walk that way again

(Dreamsleep: June, 2024)