I Am

I AM

My heart is the red

of desire and rage.

It’s ruby red lust,

and blood on the page.

My hands are the orange,

like bright autumn leaves.

The fire that warms.

A robe in the breeze.

I am the colors of the rainbow;

the life, the sun, the storm.

I am the colors of the rainbow;

the peace, the healing and more.

I am the colors of the rainbow;

from nature and spirit and war.

I am the colors of the rainbow.

From a prism I was born.

My words are the gold

of a glittering night.

The sun in the morning,

it’s mirrors and light.

My hope is the green

of the sea glass you found,

a willow-tree’s shade,

an emerald gown.

I am the colors of the rainbow;

the life, the sun, the storm.

I am the colors of the rainbow;

the peace, the healing and more.

I am the colors of the rainbow;

from nature and spirit and war.

I am the colors of the rainbow.

From a prism I was born.

My pride is the blue

of a ribbon I won,

a sapphire’s sparkle,

the sky in the sun.

My indigo mind is

the bluebells in spring,

the bruises I’ve gathered,

low notes when I sing.

I am the colors of the rainbow;

the life, the sun, the storm.

I am the colors of the rainbow;

the peace, the healing and more.

I am the colors of the rainbow;

from nature and spirit and war.

I am the colors of the rainbow.

From a prism I was born.