Wistful, waxing rainbow rider
Chasing after stormy
weather
Wrangling the hope that
follows,
Kissing every childhood
dream.
Saddled upon colored
horses,
Rising from a distant
land
From horizon to horizon
Spreading joy to every
corner.
Leaping color upon color
Sweet magenta fades to
blue
In disappearing majesty
To find the hue of
sunlight’s glow.
Sweet, the arc of your
bright bow
Quickly fades from mortal
view.
Happiness is in your
mount
Touching hearts in your
brief time.
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