The Rainbow, the Moon, and the Song

No, I'd never say

in my wildest dreams

how to tell of "the way"

and how it seems

so simple.

To defy all the "could be"

my schoolteachers taught

of how things "should be"

and ways that "ought to be"

complex.

I had not a clue

how to see and foresee

and all those I knew

said it just _could not_ be

Yet it's true.

The wise writers told

of things that _could_ be

with stories so bold

of minds that were free

as theirs are.

Like lonely birds

they faced their peers

with fearless words

that jarred their ears

and their eyes.

Curious was I

in the early times

full of wonderment

and idle rhymes

and simple explanations.

No serious thoughts,

not really wise,

no great ideas

graced my mind's eyes.

Why should they?

Then help from my friends

came, night after night,

they polished my lamp

until it shone bright

as the evening star.

Week after week,

year after year,

I watched and listened

to all I could hear

from all of them.

Not all at once,

but, time after time,

I'd get my lessons-

each week a line

of knowledge.

Each line so profound

I'd think it over

and under and propound

and not take "No" for

an answer.

Slowly the notions

came, one by one,

like waves on the oceans

and prizes were won-

More than I desired.

Embarrassment, commotion,

elation and fear-

brought out my emotion

whenever I'd peer

into The Unknown.

My stubborn existence

came out of me

with nagging insistence

my mind to free

And I did it!

A good friend who _did_ know

(she never was wrong)

said, "Look for a rainbow,

a moon, and a song."

and I found them!

Then, all at once,

like lightning strokin',

the revealing Truth,

the "code", was broken

as if by accident?!