When one does not appreciate the other
for who they are
the rainbow begins to fade,
the lace becomes old, lifeless.
Add the ingredients of random trauma
and the two backup to where it is safe
seeking a wall of rocks,
not looking into each other’s eyes,
because it’s too painful.
Fortunately it only takes one
moving back towards the center
to realize the sky was frozen
to allow love regardless of the storm
flowing in spite of it all
moving the heart of the other
to live again,
to realize the value
of a hug.
Then the rainbow
can live again,
and the lace
is made new.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”