Lesson of the Two Rainbows

A promise stretched across the southern sky A reminder of the divine holocaust I gazed in awe at its perfection My mind leaned forward in foolish interpretation Yet the meaning was already written A terrible mistake I wandered out into the night with a grin And poured empty potion past my lips I found an audience of strangers and curled Swimming ever farther in my madness A blonde nightingale Sweetly advertised and in my eye Lovely, lovely, but to my heart? I rose to her fancy And she obliged me to walk with her I should have bowed low and left But instead I gave her a perch In my heart, so foolish But what of the rainbow I had forgotten its father In the morning the clouds curled above As I delivered the nightingale My heart fluttered to find again A rainbow stretching across the southern sky Pounding in my chest, I ran back to her I called out in such certainty The rainbows have told me it is so But this was my interpretation I did not heed that which is written The nightingale would not hear me The rainbows tell of no new love They are simple gifts to those who behold Passion is not needed if the song is true I longed for someone with whom to share the rainbows But the love in the rainbows was shared with me