Real soon
When the swallows return
When the eclipse
Darkens the moon
When the dust settles
When traffic dies down
When the snow flies
When the sun shines, Nellie
When the drawbridge lifts
And the brawlers and quarrelers
Put down their gloves
And patch up their rifts
I’ll stand by your side
We’ll deny fate its last chance
To pry us apart
We’ll stick like glue
Waiting for our rainbow
At the end of this assembly line
And when it doesn’t come
That will be alright, too
Let us be swallowed up together
In the abyss
In the abode
Of a love that outlasted
Bad weather and fate
Bankruptcy
Foreclosure
Substance abuse
Counselling
Everything except
Cheating and hate
I picked you
Because right now
As the equinox is getting its kicks
And light refracts above our shack
You’re my rainbow
You’re my glue
You are the prism
I see everything through
Author Bio:
Paul Smith writes fiction and poetry. A lot of new poetry troubles him because it is very oblique. 'Oblique' is a word he learned studying trigonometry or something that prepared him for a BS in Civil Engineering. Maybe that's what's wrong with him.