Secret

Shhhh…

Don’t tell a living soul
Keep this a secret from them all
No others need to learn or care
No need to forward or to share
For once, keep this your own affair
Forget your laptop and your phone
Hog all the happiness alone
And smirk at every passer-by
For they, they do not know
Oh no!
That you are wiser than they’ll ever be
That you see something that they’ll never see

Shhhh…

Speech is silver, silence—golden
This secret shall your self embolden

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The Dark Side of the Rainbow

I walked across the street at night
And heavy was the rain
The distant sounds of motor cars
The whistle of a train…
Some phosphorous illuminance
Behind me made the rain glow
I turned around and then I saw
The dark side of the rainbow

And as it ghastly shone on me
With its inverted colours
I was prepared to believe
In its outlandish powers
The different hues of darkish pink
Engendered foul temptations
Subdued me with their purple ink
And brought me weird sensations

The Wobniar, I called its name
And it responded gently
“Now, do not be afraid, my child
Embrace, do not resent me”
Aghast, I escaped the fiery sight
And woke to a great wonder
A lightning rolled across the sky;
The clouds had split asunder

I opened haltingly my eyes
And there, in all her beauty—
The rainbow, how I once her knew
Now all dressed up for duty
So courteous, graceful, yet aloof;
Her colours safe and frequent
The gloomy pigments undisclosed
Were to remain our secret

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Original photo by Alan Heardman.

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