Tristan John S

Writer, Filmmaker, Musician

On Seeing a Rainbow in April

Some children look at rainbows and behold 
A distant magic and a far-off land;
A city at its end and pot of gold - 
Never to be reached. Some understand 
The science of the bow and are not fooled
By ancient texts that speak of Promises
They pride themselves that they have been well schooled
In science. And debunk religious myths.
But where this bow doth stream through silven skies
To bless the earth with heaven's coloured kiss
There is a magic felt by those who're wise
And sense the deeper poetry in this:
That that by which we see, yet is unseen's
Made visible to those who dare to dream.

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