Wednesday, July 28, 2004


The rain pours,

The thunder rolls,

The temper of nature is once again unleashed.


The sky turns gray,

The angels take shelter,

All is not settled in this earthly place.


The skies stop weeping

Life is resumed,

the world has been cleansed.


In the quite distance,

you finally appear,

An arrangement of light

An assortment of colour


Filling my heart,

with a secret song,

Lifting my spirit to a distant dwelling.


My mind tells me your imaginary,

A dream like image

beautiful and unreal,


My soul fights for your existence,

For real is not what the eyes can grasp,

But what the heart can glimpse.


Your existence in my heart is established,

You evoke feeling that are real and true


You, my rainbow, quite simply,

Are an unexpected twist of fate.

© Sherine Meshad, 28 July 2004