Chasing Rainbows

Blessed with an angel, freshly released from her bonds of a marriage gone mad. My pot of gold was my gift to her. Oh, what treasures, love undying, faith, trust, loyalty, convictions, commitment, devotion, my all was hers. And her love was her gift to me. "Never leave me", she would said. And, "I never will", would say I. And, "you are the best thing that has ever happened to me", said she. And "you are the same thing too me", I would insist. "I am so lucky to have you in my life", she told me time, and time again. And, I knew how lucky I was. My heart told me so. So much sunshine we shared, so many sunny days. As always in life, all day are not full of sunshine. Even on the sunniest of days, there is an occasional cloud. On one such day there was a cloud, and a shower ever so slight. The kind of shower that the sun can shine through. The kind that produces a rainbow. What a beautiful thing a rainbow is, with it's colors so vivid, and surreal, how hypnotic it's hues, they capture the heart, they capture the soul. It is said that there is a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. The problem is that there is no end to a rainbow. The rainbow, as beautiful as it is, is merely an illusion produced by rain, and light's refraction's. She saw this illusion, and lusted for the gold. And in an instant, she was gone, and in an instant, I was once more alone. I know not why she came into my life, and I know not why she had to go. I only know what her love meant to me, and how much it is missed. I see her in my mind, from time to time, and feel her in the place in my heart, where she took a little piece. There is a place there in my heart, where I visit her from time to time, and that is where she will always be, Chasing Rainbows. Written November 7th, 1996 © on Dec 07 2001 02:53 AM PST   0 • 10