We’re born inside a dream-like rainbow,
A rainbow arching across wide space.
Beginning our long dream in a glow
Flying upwards in an arch with grace.
At the zenith colours are vibrant,
Blessed fulfilment promised in the dream,
All passions and feelings are ardent
And contentment of all our dreams gleam.
The downslide is like a spent arrow,
Forgetting everything we once knew…
‘N the dream at the end of the rainbow
Is the one dream that always comes true .
© P. J. Oszmann (2004)© Illustration: Photo Composite created in Photoshop (2004)