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Rainbows and Flowers
By
Rusty Broadspear
Rainbows and flowers,
And everything grand,
Warm April showers
On the greenest of land.
There isn’t a time
Or even a place,
Where I haven’t wandered
Or been face to face
With a vision of love,
So happy and sad,
With Angels above
So good and so bad.
Tree tops and tear drops,
Heaven and Earth,
Blackbird singing…
My love's given birth
To an illusion of wonder,
And a dream of a dream
With lightening and thunder,
And the moon… clotted cream.
She comes and she goes,
The air is left still.
A deep empty void,
With damp morning chill.
Fairgrounds and people,
Perfect peace and noise.
Silhouetted church steeple
And the shout of little boys.
I’m alone, alone
But not for very long…
She promised, she promised,
I heard it in a song,
I heard it in the breeze,
That played amongst the trees.
I saw it in her picture…
Come back love... come back please!
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