My walk on the rainbow

The rain is falling down in a dense and wavy shroud.
Like wings, lush leaves, quivering at every ruthless blow
Above those vales, dales, in rapid streams so deeply drowned,
By gusts of wind together with my thoughts are carried off.

Fragrant buds of purple, pink and white – each drained a drop divine.
If someone only knew – it is the Moon, who kissed the Lilac on long and slender branches,
So that the stars could shine not only in the sky,
But also twinkle in its soft and tender bunches!

As the drumming, drop by drop, began to slowly fade away,
A beaming bow descended bashfully through twigs.
As if a cloudlet, by gale I was raised
Straight onto the road of seven water tints.

My home – the whole world is spread before my eyes.
To which of all the places on the globe the bridge will lead my dreams?
It’s running all beyond the endless plains’ expanse,
Above the dizzy peaks, and raging seas that crush against tall cliffs.

I float towards the rays of healing Sun.
But many still, like heavy stones, are bound tightly to the ground.
Brightly lit up with these rays, I hope I’d warm those hearts
And help them to forget about any stormy cloud.

Last glimpses of the day are hidden in the dusk.
Like any flower on earth is rising up to bathe in soothing rays,
I will be always waiting for my Sun
To walk until the end the road, sparkling with the brightest gems.