Reflection of the Rainbow

The rainbow saw the mirror,
or did the mirror look first?
Never before was there so much color
at the beginning of winter.
Neutral territory gave no advantage,
but provided a common ground.
Interchanges of which way was better,
with nothing but sound.

Metal surrounded them,
and rubber made the friction.
Which was moving faster?
There was an obvious indication.
Stop. Get off.
Why must you go?
You need not open your eyes
to watch the distance grow.

Another year of youth,
another year gone by.
A message from the rainbow,
a bird that shouldn’t fly.
Never happened again,
because there was no intention.
The void was filled,
and happiness turned into absence.

Behold the horrid thoughts,
now they must be let go.
For misery found its company,
and together the tears fell.
The past became a million pieces,
and was scattered by the breeze.
The decision was finally made,
their minds were set at ease.

Now strength comes from two voices,
which are not even real.
Energy renders the background,
that is stronger than steel.
For Love is no longer defined
by all its power and might.
But rather by the rainbow and the mirror,
who finally saw the Light.