R.I.C.

Reminiscing bows of rain,
You coloured in my life —
Similar to a setting sun,
I was canopied by your intense lustre.

A word of yours needn’t have been spoken;
By your presence I was made unbroken.

Gladness filled me to the brim
To know that I found you.
And when at first you did depart,
bow did fade to blue.

Burnt out trees that once were grown,
the strings undone that weren’t sewn.

It pained me that you lay so far,
Yet equal in this instance-
To have any way at all,
Was once glorious.

Oh ghost of corpse that never died,
Oh heart in which mine never lay.