At The Tail Of The Rainbow

i work in codes
and you have to
decipher

the meaning from
those neutral letters
forming
a scenery of words
like
pools and mountains
and rivers
and leaves and
twigs
and stones
and sand

there are so many
which i put there
for me
to sometimes
remember and
smile

i never forget what
i put here

each word is a trail
that leads me always
back to myself

the syllables
are my fortresses
each sound is
an echo of
what happened
and must catapult me
beyond
this wall

at the tail of the
rainbow
are the imaginary
bridges of
our minds

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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