ELUSIVE

ELUSIVE

I can hold a rainbow,
If that is of what I write,
My hands bathed in its colors,
When the sun is shining bright.

I can see the wind,
As it blows across the lane,
Tried but could not catch it,
Attempts were all in vain.

I can touch the air
That supports all living things,
It lends breath to my body,
Within my soul it sings.

I have climbed the mountain,
Trekked the valley far below,
Without the touch of air,
This could not be so.

I have crossed the desert,
Barren, hot and bleak.
I could see the wind,
Before a sandstorm’s peak.

I have found the pot of gold,
With the help of God above,
Underneath the rainbow,
In the lady that I love.

Monty