In Search of Rainbow

Vivid and vibrant was my dreams’ canvas, O balmy breeze when ye waft to the shore, Pray, open up fully my heart’s closed door, That, I could see my rainbow as it was, Not just flicker for a fleeting moment, To recede soon as to fade from mind’s eye. Keen for a glimpse, I gaze at blue blank sky Till I lose all its gold that once was dreamt, And muted gets my ever mourning heart, Void of voice, subdued dull its every string, Which, even when cajoled as ere to sing, It just gives me a jaded wailing start. O thou hast music made with every note, Give me my octave’s range, let music float! ______________________________________ Musings | 06.02.2014, revised Jan 2024| Poet’s note: A dreamer who dreams in the vibrant colours of a rainbow, all its range, has lost them. And he is now lost in the memory of its faded rainbow that comes to his memory as a melody in bits and pieces as seven notes of an octave, but never in a full range. In Search Of Rainbow's Range, the poet laments: O give my rainbow its range.