The sun Held up a rainbow And arched it Down the sky, And mocked A small boy's wonder As he gazed... Where pixies, elves and fairy folk The magic treasures hide In the shimmer Where the prism colours fade. He crossed The floor of Autumn, A child locked to a dream, He found An endless pathway To ideals. A sunshower Washed the rainbow down, Its brightened colours made The black foreboding cloud behind Unseen. The evening Found him searching, When the sun had tired of day, And hidden in a cumulus Its beam. But he had glimpsed The magic, That would not go away; The sun had quenched His rainbow... Not his dream.