RAINbows


Silence,
Unending,
Cold,
Void,
Happiness is the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow,
Elusive as your shadow at night,
As substancial as your dreams,
But hope lives on in all of us,
Crying, 
Weeping,
Mourning its falseness,
Black clouds draw closed over the last ray of sunlight,
The rainbow dies away,
The colors of life,
Washed away,
In the rains of despair.