The Love Child

(To B.)

Don Juan roamed the summer sky A shady cloud of gray But this dull attire Hid a heart of fire In quest of romance stray.

Vision

A lovely golden sunbeam Shining from above Came radiant by And caught the eye Of this vagabond of love.

Delusion

In wild tempestuous wooing He kissed her heart away All in a jest It was the quest Of the cloud on a summer’s day.

Conclusion

Through tears the sunbeam glimmered Then happily she smiled The tempest passed Alone at last With a little rainbow child.

Dawn runs in a crimson streak Across a leaden sky-- Just like a pulsing vein of life An artery of love not strife And it livens the heavens high.

So in our sky today it seems, No sign of life we see. Do we not know, Night’s bound to go, Dawn follows instantly.

If it were not for the showers, where would the rainbows be?