Long ago I had heard tales about someone,
whom everybody called The Rainbow Painter,
She coloured everything the way you wanted,
using that magic brush of hers.
For years I searched her everywhere,
Like a lost sailor looking for land,
and just when I had given up on her as a myth,
she came and touched my hand.
One look at her and I knew,
what I had heard of,was for real,
Because when she began to paint,
She made even the mundane,ethereal.
The whole world was her canvas,
If she didn't paint it,its meaning would cease,
So I asked what I had always wanted to ask,
"Could you draw me something please?".
She smiled and began her work,
Colouring my life with love,joy & contentment,
To thank the Heavens for letting her find me,
I closed my eyes for a moment.
When I opened them,it was all colourless again,
She had never been here,it seems,
I realized,I had dreamt of her once more,
But I know my Rainbow Painter isn't a dream.
That my friends,is the 50th post on my blog!!!Yippee!
