A Wrong About Rainbows

Oh, rainbows follow stormy skies:
Or is it storms that follow them,
From the many-colored wraith the tempest flies?
Oh, when it rains, my love, I think of you,
And when I think of you, my love,
Then torrents pour and water drops anew.
I knew the sun awaited dreary's end...
But I was wrong and now I long for my rainbow back again.

Oh, rainbows bear a promise, love,
On which you firmly can depend.
Yet if you forward rush, retreat it does:
Forever out of reach, it moves apace
And shares itself tantalizingly.
Adults no longer give the sprinklers chase;
For children, though, it thrills without end,
And poets' songs sing on and on of their rainbows' magic bend.

Oh, rainbows can't corrupted-be,
My love, nor forced to others' ends.
Their subtle glory ineluctably
Belongs to dreamers' dreams and lovers' schemes
And fairy tales of hidden wealth
For the foolish wise to realize, reclaim, redeem....
And though it illusion might have been,
I'll be ever wrong and ever long for my rainbow back again.

For name's sake

So now you've come
I hear news on the wing
Whilst only half high and not yet a king

So now you've gone
I hear from the peak
Just as I planned a visit this week

As you start out
They'll tell you to climb
Higher and higher and up all the time

There is no doubt
One should not fear height
Yet search not in sky for heart's delight

Go test your mettle
And learn how to scale
But that is not where people live well

In valleys they settle
And thrive on their crops
With happiness higher than mountaintops

distracted

I wish to write of my fond notion of you
poems resonant and pretty, visions of you I create
through metaphor and rhyme and description of traits
of yours which have my heart attracted
but I find it hard to concentrate
when I can think of naught but your next call
when my mind is taut with your waiting down the hall
when caught by thoughts that enthrall
like how your hand folds so neatly within mine
how can I create when you have me so enervatedly distracted?

I wish to speak with my devotion to you
words clever and pithy, so with you to relate
and commune deeply, without need to prate
a perfect conversation interacted
but I'm hardly able to concentrate
when nearby you're all silken curves and shining lips
when your eyes are pleading to take mine in sips
when your sighs of happiness thunder forth, eclipse
any intelligible facets of my mind
how can I relate when you have me so frustratedly distracted?

I wish to move on my emotion for you
in fluent, unvarnished ditty, with steps firm and straight
smooth and suave with a debonair gait
a perfect dance enacted
but it makes it hard to concentrate
when to me and the music you readily acquiesce
when up against me you softly press
when about me your arms in enwrapping caress
submerse my heart within an emotional brine
how can I step straight when you have me so intoxicatedly distracted?