|Read about Rainbow Fred here.|
It rains again.
Tears fall unceasing
from that endless source
of grief that cries for all
the little rivulets of lives
flowing through different paths
Each winds the way it must.
As did Fred. Not the way he planned,
but the way mystery unfolds,
in layers of inexplicable events
adding up to life ... and death.
His was about rainbows,
all colors artfully mixed in unknown formula for joy.
A formula he exposed in air -
his canvas made of freedom,
so life's colorful palate could be enlivened enough
to reveal the living rainbows that we are.
The rain will stop when the sky is ready.
Then, Fred's rainbows will hover deeply in our hearts.