At the End of the Rainbow

I have no summer; no marigold
No dandelions ride in the gentle wind,
No dreams, no pot of gold at
My end of the rainbow.

I have only winter and the cold;
The starless night sounds whine
Icy fingers point back at
The other end of the rainbow.

Heaven thaw this icy world
Share the summer and the marigolds;
Soothe the night; and the long wait
At the end of the rainbow.


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