The heavy storm begins to quiet down Silver droplets falling on the ground The churning clouds begin to slowly part A golden beam of light cuts through the dark Tracing invisible lines across the sky. It’s the bending of the light Hidden colors burning bright Through the water, through the rain The invisible spectrum wakes again A painted bridge of glass and fire... Hanging in the open air. Every single drop a tiny sphere Catching rays of light and making clear What was white is scattered out and wide Red to violet on the other side A million tiny prisms floating in the breeze. Reflecting back the secrets of the sun. It’s the bending of the light Hidden colors burning bright Through the water, through the rain The invisible spectrum wakes again A painted bridge of glass and fire... Hanging in the open air. Bending the light... After the rain...
