Reflecting upon the whispers of the morning sun,
One contemplates the spectrum that binds us.
Fragments of memories, seeking congruence amid chaos,
Like a kaleidoscope turning, ever shifting, ever revealing.
The rainbows curve packs dreams into arches,
Promising unseen fortunes, familiar yet elusive.
Chasing across fields, ignoring shadows cast,
Puzzles unbound—missing edges but not the whole.
Paths diverge like warm streams embracing a current,
Flowing towards the inevitability of some shore.
Silent voyagers sail, writing tales in forgotten sand,
Where rainbows paint the horizon, delicate yet profound.