I hold a bouquet of small flowers,
while a light autumn rain showers.
I tear the petals one by one,
in the distance sets the Sun...
The horizon shyly blushes,
on the naked trees and bushes,
wind carries the flower petals,
more valuable than precious metals.
„She loves me, she loves me not,“
I keep asking the flowers a lot,
Full of questions, of self-doubt,
I want to scream, I want to shout.
The last petal falls,
„She loves me...“
on the cold, damp ground,
„... not...“
I freeze in sorrow, not a sound,
like an empty flower pot.
Suddenly the rain has stopped,
and with it, disappear my fears...
Sun still shines, though weakly,
and an evening rainbow appears.
And I see you in each colour,
and I realise...

You are the Red,
like my heart that beats your name,
I safekeep yours
and mine is yours, all the same.

You are the Orange,
like a tired, sleepy Sun,
and the burning horizon,
it lazily lies on.

You are the Yellow,
like the stars above, the flowers below,
like gold, pages old,
dandelions, manes of lions.

You are the Green,
like the turtles with a bit of spice,
I’m sure you know what I mean,
together but alone, and otherwise.

You are the Cyan,
like the hair of a godly Super Saiyan,
like them you’re a fighter, oh so strong,
fighting your battles all life long.

You are the Blue,
blue like the colour of your eyes,
so kind, beautiful and nice,
I want to new, old, borrowed, blue you!

You are the Violet,
like those little forget-me-nots,
and I will always keep all of our memories,
when I’m on top, or on my knees.

And I see you in each colour,
and I realise...
The rainbow is you, and you're watching over me...

And I'm at peace once more…

© Oceanborne