The Rainbow

You were in my dream last night.

I saw you

leaning over your open drawer of tools:

two candles,

a silk handkerchief,

and a set of fountain pens

(the smallest was your favorite).

You smiled when you saw me.

Would I like to borrow something?

No,

I said.

I came to invite you to the party on Thursday. We were expecting friends

and a good time.

You lit a candle and offered it to me.

You wanted me to follow you.

I took the candle and watched it

dripping

from the tiny flame.

I would follow you.

You led me to the mirror in your bedroom.

It wasn't cracked anymore.

You said the flame from my candle

could ignite a door.

It did.

In your world we saw flying cats,

People in masks of black and silver,

A clown in red selling jellyfish.

I had no money, so you

bought me a star in the sky

and a rainbow.

I liked the rainbow

because it made me think of you.

We sprinkled them with stardust

and laughed

and danced

until morning had come

and we returned.

I looked out my window

this morning and saw

a rainbow.

And I remembered,

And I wondered,

Is it mine?