Without the rainbow.
I feel a vast emptiness inside of me, spreading through the black storm clouds and I search see for my Rainbow and recall you gave it away. And I search for my love and remember you gave it away. And I wonder where is my passion and I recall you gave up that too and I ponder the way we once connected, perfectly synchronised and I don’t even try as you gave that away…And now I wonder what is left…A future? A future without love without passion without soul is a slow and torurous death.
Karen Hayward ©2026