The rainbow builder taught me his craft.
I learnt well
The spells that could build bridges of crystal,
Prisms of fascination.
Picking colours from petals, feathers and pebbles
I mastered the art
Of the incomparable arch
That led to the land of dreams.
Marbles, Sapphires, Gold and Water
Had to be shaped to fit my mould
Now, was my turbulent turn,
Was this not my hand, upon creation?
But Predestined was
My inadequacy and my failure
In an unaccustomed paradise
So far beyond my cognizance
I watched him crush my rainbows
His hammer shattered crystal sheets of light
Into dust that fled to the four winds.
My education terminated
Like a hurt that precedes a scar,
Yet, I miss the builder of rainbows
Who keeps me exiled
From the land of dreams
PERICOPES FROM EXISTENCE 