Dreams of rainbow,

Crashed into my mind last night.

You were part of we, and us

Alone. Disjointed, fearful alone

Did I say alone?

The pitter patter of my heart counts my time down,

the flutter of a much awaited long sleep,

Slumber,

But the dual is more

There are mathematics

Disjointed

Fearful

Alone.

But it is Christmas, a time where everyone feels happy,

To be alone,

To be,

But that isn’t really what is being said

not alone, the eye agrees

With our selves,

There is more then one trying to get out

But if they all leave then we will be alone,

Alone

But the rainbow really did crash into my dreams last night

That much is true, that much we know,

But the news reported  it as another trip to the red planet

And that failed too,

Much like the escape,

Much like myself wanting to leave, wanting to be alone

So logic becomes subjective also,

If your scientific method is skewed, damaged, off,

Then our results will be different, every time,

Damaged off, damaged on, 

I don’t agree.

The trip to the red planet took about a year,

The care package never came,

But we did send a post card.

A card,

That was all she left.

But we didn’t see the card not really,

By the time we had noticed it,

The yellowing of age had set,

The bone healed wrong,

The bruise grew.

It covered us,

Engulfed us,

Embraced us.

We did not agree.

I said I need to write my way out of this,

I need to bury the red planet

I need to

Speak of rainbows, and shadow

Spectrum of light and quantum mechanics.

I felt sorry for you, I let you go,

Because that is what the rainbow said to do,

Because that is what we said we would do,

If you left us alone,

We would send all of the colors after you

To cover you,

To engulf you

To embrace you

Something we never could do

Because everyone was trying to get out

No one likes a stampeded  ending

Especially when it is a trip to another planet

No one likes to be alone, when we are going to war.

No one likes to see the rainbow die.

But it did, and now we want to leave.

Exit in an orderly fashion,

There is no reason to panic, no reason for fear.

Because all of the colors turn the same, when we die.

There is nothing wrong with gray,

There is nothing wrong when the colors die,

There is nothing wrong when everyone leaves,

There is nothing wrong when the mission fails,

There is nothing wrong with our process,

There is nothing wrong with surrender

There is nothing wrong.

Last week I came across the post card, funny how

The yellow of age also turns to gray,

Funny how the words, amount to so little,

Because it is the active failure,

Of our trip to the red planet

We decided that it was better to live quiet

Something we are all use to,

I think,