When you live on the edge of the rainbow,
hanging on to the hue,
of purple,
or blue,
the gradation,
may not matter.
When you live on the edge of the rainbow,
it is moments,
seconds,
that define,
you,
your life.
When you live on the edge of the rainbow,
you hold on,
by nail,
by a thread,
by a handful,
if you like the color,
you have grasped.
When you live on the edge of the rainbow,
yours,
hang with you.
It’s holding love in your hands, feeling it slip thru your fingers , as it goes to the bone.
Oh
How i love this,
tell me it’s ew
tell me your writing?
and yes,
yes
yes
what ever you wish to give,
will be so wonderful received.
I have this strange faith that all the gifts that go out, will go where they are needed to be
..
does that sound silly?
does that sound like to much Faith?
don’t care, I believe it with all my being
This is beautiful..is the edge of the rainbow..like the edge of the rose petal? I think maybe so. 🙂
New look here..very unique and interesting!
I am envisioning myself having that rainbow be like a set of monkey bars, because I want to experience and take in every single color and hue, and the thing about a rainbow? It is never ending….. infinity and eternity of love and hope and compassion and understanding…..
Your words move me!
Wow,that’s beautiful; so spiritual! Hanging on the edge of a rainbow. . . awe inspiring!
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours. . . .
Peace, Light and Love. . . CordieB.