Rainbow

What if all our days are but a moment

A flash of color from a far-off spent rainbow,

and if the hours that we spend within our dreams

within desire

just the fire of a gentle afterglow?

And the storm of the soul

Can send a shower of love

and then the rainbow

　

Between the here and now

Between the now and then

Between the good and bad

And from the word to pen

I write it down on paper

It's written on my soul

And though I'm moved by the beauty of it all

It's all be seen before

　

What if all our days are but a moment

A flash of color from a far-off spent rainbow?