Baby Birds Bound

Beneath the black rainbow shadows hide
in the space where dreams and fears collide.
Balls and globes, spinning in the dark,
soap bubbles reflecting a fleeting spark.

A spectrum shrouded in an eerie hue.
Unseen colors in a night’s dew.
Not ready to fly, grounded wings,
bound by the weight of untold things.

In the silence echoes of tomorrow
wrapped in a cocoon of quiet sorrow.
The black rainbow, a solemn arc,
marking paths through the uncharted dark.

Fragile hopes like bubbles rise
yet fall back not reaching the skies.
Underneath this somber dome
a heart beats seeking home.

Bravery gathers in the unseen light
preparing for the eventual flight.
But for now the wings stay folded tight
awaiting the dawn after the night.

A journey through the shadows’ grip.
Holding on, let nothing slip.
In the realm of the black rainbow's eye
patience blooms as moments pass by.