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)
I totally Love this Peter.
Everyone should read this. Beautiful picture painted with your pen spoken truly as true life should be .
That photograph picture is perfect for this.
Thank You
Love
Tracey xooxox
and wisdom gently glowing
with in these lines.............enjoyed
That photo is amazing, and so is this inspiring, beautifully wrought poem; thank you for making me smile today! *i needed it*
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
(((HUGS))), love, and prayers, your friend in america, karen lynn in texas. :)