the sound of silence
makes more noise than
the echoes of the past
that haunt me
and yet somewhere
a distant voice calls
a voice yet to be found
a sound to fill the hours
the days
that may be left
for me
for you
rainbows appear
and then
they are gone
are they really there
or do they only exist
in my heart and my hope
perhaps
they dont appear at all
and the colours
are figments of a once
bright dream
a dream
that has long since faded
who do i tell
who do i hope for
if not for me……..