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Rainbow Times

rainbow times RM Robbins

Rainbow Times

 

I sit on bleached cotton under an azure sky
dreaming the Dream that came true,
shaded by fragrant pink blossoms
I gaze upon endless leafy acres

The horizon bleeds into the sanction
of majestic steel mountains;
Bays and chestnuts we’ve ridden a thousand times graze
while the crimson barn you built stabs the landscape

You saunter toward me wrapped in a carefree cloud
wearing that loose white shirt and burnt sienna slacks,
looking strong and sun-baked like a vibrant Sahara;
You smile at me as I catch your eye

Bringing my favorite red wine and your mother’s silver goblets,
you sink into the black iron bench next to me and pour
I reach for the large paisley platter (a wedding gift)
loaded and steaming with hot garden greens

We share ourselves as we share our meal
and find something new again after all these years
I’m awake in this Dream and find it’s more
penetrating than my imagination had allowed

***

Now… The sun a glowing gold coin in the dawning sky
The dewy grass lays misty as in a flea market found watercolor
Swathed in the white terrycloth you gave me
I lift my morning mug to my unpainted lips

And I think of you…

If I knew that day was adieu
I would have said a big Thank You

I sit on our black iron bench and review the Dream I had been living
that came so very long overdue and ended too soon.

Written by R.M.R. at the Writers Nexus

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