It hadn’t rained for a while in life’s forest
and everything was sable with hurt’s haze.
Desperate to find hope’s rainbow a soul
went into the woods and followed faith’s
blue jay armed with nothing but dreams.
And right there on the ground lay goodness’
bottle rolling on circumstance’s sands.
Having been skyed once above cirrus clouds
and bounced off comfort’s icy crystals
in a fifty eight degree angle, it sucked in rays
fiery with colors just before it bobbed over waves
in a sunset unto a brook leading to the woods.
It was so magical that the blue jay’s eyes
were so focused on reaching the rays
inside the bottle and didn't hear steps
of the soul approaching and that’s
when the bottle’s magic shone upon that soul’s
face until it finally saw its reflection standing
looking over the waters beneath the fiery rays.
Sometimes we need not look up to the skies
to see rainbows of hope after rains.
Sometimes we need to light up fires
from within, soar over clouds like rainbows.
That’s happiness blazing through reality’s
circumstances’ hurtful rains in self-made sunshines.
We are all wondering souls waiting for blue jays
to scout fire rainbows in bottles laying in woods.
But then again why should we search for rainbows
if we’ve got passion for life blazing like fires?
So let’s not contain passion in bottles.
Let’s stay up in clouds and shine up in the skies
over chances, and circumstances with polychrome outlooks!
Inspired by Fire Rainbows and "the soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts" - Marcus Aurelius.
I meant to make a point in the last stanza because the first image is the prompt and if you look closely you will see the soul has turned its back from the bottle and the jay is surprised. My piece is a rewind with a fast forward futuristic take laced in symbolism via introspection... cause fire rainbows sound eerie and they look like rainbows but ain't rainbows but like rainbows they are optical illusions. Yes the mind plays tricks on us but it is up to us to give it its bag of tricks for the way. Cheers!