A Thing of Beauty

You are as strange as a rainbow,
so rarely seen.
You seem real enough,
your bright colours gleam.
I cannot hold you,
touch you,
reach you,
I cannot find your source;
the calm after my storm,
nature with a force.
You are not solid
nor a fanciful flight,
with no use or purpose,
just a beautiful sight.

© Rainbow 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm