Over the rainbow

Some days I feel like a leprechaun at the end

On other days I feel like the one in search for the gold at the beginning.

Through restless nights and sleeping days.

Through cold lava and flaming snow.

Through the raining in droughts and clashes of waves in the sand.

Through the final exhale of the wind and to the beginning breath of fire

I realize.

I am the rainbow.

Still yet moving in a thousand shades of colors only the eye can see.

I am the one in search of gold hoping to crack a landline of treasure in hopes of comforting my love.

I am the leprechaun greedy and waiting on what seems like an ancient tale of freedom.

Within the palm I see the world.

Within the world I see.

Not the dirt, not the people, nor the races of nature.

I see one.

A continuous flow of what seemed like darkness.

A chaos so beautiful yet so destructive.

I ask myself what is it that I have that has ceased to exist yet.

Light.