OVER THE RAINBOW

Good morning Mr No Subject, it always fills me with anticipation and this time well founded as you blaze no less than a rainbow into mine eyes, no opal has such flight of fancy though they have their pearl-like beauty. theirs are not the problems of this world, though produced of it they stand compressed and hidden below land, their wonders sending rainbows to the world of human beings. They ponder not a single problem nor do they care when someone comes along and parts their beauty in two, no care being few or more than they are, they are, and that's all there is to them. Yet we ponder, not content to accept our lot, not content to live in simple minded ways, we have to elaborate, create all manner of problem, all manner of things to help us find life even more complex than it is, we are strange beings indeed with so much to ponder are we not? "Somewhere over the rainbow..." is what we are shackled to, magnetised towards, and the arc of our lives describes that shape, a many coloured many varied experience of being, developing coming to some kind of climax, to sink down and age to reach again the ground from whence we came, oh 'tis such a shame, and yet we only have ourselves to blame. Or have we not? "On the wings of wishes Over the rainbow we fly. Colors, red, yellow, blue and green Into the world of fantasy, hope And Dream." The wings of wishes, those angels wings, those eagles wings so beautiful so bold, they never become old, they are eternity's magic things that make us live life's gold. You've rain-bowed me my Longobardolino I can see it in the skies of my existence and as the sun, its always there it never fades away. Annuccia.

This felt as if you were talking about someone I know, writing fantasy to escape reality and you wrote it so beautifully ... I adored this write ... love and hugs Jayne x x

For a fantasy write it had a magic touch. Much enjoyed the read and ride over such a beautiful rainbow. Love Lyz. Xx