The Spectrum Of Refracted Life Poem by Enchanting Owl

Seven thousand sixty steps and two hours to manage
The sumptuous path of the Rainbow Bridge.
Every thousand steps revealed a momento,
A flash of the distant past, it's a sacramento.

The fiery red of emotion creeped into the place
As the vibrancy turned from calm to blaze.
It is my champagne; it is my warm token.
It led my sapphire race and I was never broken.

My life connoted vast endurance and adherence,
as the orange spoke 'bout perseverance.
The Babylon kept on testing the water,
It helped me to lead, so I put it in the jotter.

T'was never arduous to miss. To hold is to live.
To smile is to celebrate and to thrive.
As the yellow radiated zore, zest and zeal,
the sweet crestfallen was counterpoised and must be steel.

Truth be told, green is a bit of a dichotomy.
Grew to clasp nature and its botany,
Grew to emancipate bloomed conspiracy.
The truth is in the eyes, leaving a chief legacy.

The blue is the music in the cosmic sonata,
Is also a word play for cantata.
Dwelt with paramount woe and melancholy,
Antithesis of bliss, it's the realism, candidly.

As gravity pulled hard, the mystery pulled harder.
The slope is doubtful; placed in the larder.
As the indigo latched for true demurral,
It also banqueted sagacity's funeral.

Violet embodied subtlety; that's empathy.
Had the might to entangle destiny.
As it refined and polished the amethyst,
the stone that built the very foundation to the east.

At the end of reminiscing 'bout the Rainbow Bridge,
Notion dawned; life is like a blessed midge.
State of grace is neither for sinners nor fools,
Drawn in the stone at the end of the bridge are jewels.