illusions

As the rainbow unfolded the sky

I tossed images of you up high

By God, with them my heart wanted to fly

Yet all it did was sigh a silent cry

Aren't rainbows supposed to ease

The prickling pain deep in the crease?

Aren't rainbows supposed to be a sign

That the storm has just resigned?

Or is it only an illusion

Like your love for me

Amidst confusion?