He always sees the rainbows first–
That’s how it’s always been
If I can close my eyes I can
Remember way back when
We were both sixteen and we
Had snuck out of our homes
And let the dark streets swallow us
As we chose to roam.
And he would point above and
Claim he saw a shooting star
And I would shake my head
Because I couldn’t see that far–
He doesn’t practice at it–
His soul’s just built that way.
I remain in his presence
Just to see too, if I may.
Feb 2015
The Path of a Goddess 