Rain-bows

You bring rainbows to my art
In ways my memory cannot part
As elegant men lean their chins on thoughtful hands our story begins through foreign lands
And the leaping dew pearls on webs and fluffy flowers.
In the winter winds you speak to yourself without me hearing a single vowel
And the softness of you I envision In sleep
You visit my dream shaddows and I cannot follow deep
Deeper in the lights vastness your energy weeps