Speckles Of Rainbow

SPECKLES OF RAINBOW time yet flies by the shadow sun still strong by its swanky walks swampy stream yet not desiccated by the fire as i remember the last night by the passion the dream still burns me in its cruised arms and i am just half backed bone by the rays scorching sun prides beneath the lamp post night yet to come by the day when retires shadow still burns bristling by the ashes meadow when yells to dark clouds by the green breeze yet not blown by feathers swing cuckoo still in its nest by the hunger yet your whispers tells me the woes by the hope over the vale of tunes haunting the colored glow would you not come back again by the purple blue rain still in its wait by speckles of rainbow when desired