Rainbows in the Dark – A Poem by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Righteous sing to the bright star in the sky.
Hymns of faith, devotion and love vibrate
through the entire body, speaking within
one’s skin to the finger tips…blaring while
scaring the long-awaited dreams from their
roost near an old oak in your mind’s chest.
Graceless and faithless villains caterwaul;
the old toss coins into the fountain of youth.
The virus’ knocks daily upon my locked door
of which I will never answer those calls.
In dreams, I see paths to the waiting trains;
Toys lay in the dead leaf fodder on the path
a lovely doll’s face, her blue eyes stained
staring towards the musty decrepit squalor
trudging along the dark path I lift my gaze;
Truths lying dormant for decades bleed into
the night sky, creating rainbows in the dark.