The green field starred with yellow dandelion
The six pronged telegraph pole a menorah
The back of my hand cold blades
Looking up at the menorah lit
Up like a burning bush
And I knew I had to be exactly here
Cock linnet trill from a redcurrant hedgerow
And every sod of this plot I've trod  
Shotting elation and sorrow  
As the heavens pull me up and the earth  
Spins down beneath
And in the meadow flowers between my fingers
Are your fingers
As we lay down close close to dawn
As night closes here lit
Up like the heaven
Up before bedtime
When my hand was  
Barely the size of my palm
A time when all I heard was
A summer smell of cut fresh
Warm light on my face
Light that bejewelled my eyes
And tingled my skin
Earth breath a warm breast
Beating beneath my head
Beaten and autumn
Up with nowhere to go  
Ruined in dismay heels broken
I saw the legend of the rainbow redolent  
Framing the sky blue indigo violet  
Red orange yellow  
Where there is might be there wisdom
Where there be wisdom come understanding
And from this knowledge  
The counsel that not all can be known  
For my eyes could not see
The rainbow was made of pure gold
Till it lit up the heavens
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