chasing rainbows

when I was young

I tried to catch a rainbow

I ran as fast as I could

but I never got to it

so I stood and watched

the beauty fade instead

the rainbow was like

brush strokes in the sky

so perfectly painted

I knew there could only be One

who was the artist

I wasn't after the pot of gold

though that would have been nice

I just wanted to touch the rainbow

the rainbow that made me believe

there was something else out there

so I chased it

I wanted to ask it

what it would be like in the end

I thought that maybe it would know

but I couldn't catch it

so I stood and watched

the colors fade

but I never forgot

the day

when I chased that rainbow

and I had to let it go

Just one of my early childhood memories...