Bride of the Rainbows

She comes,
A bride of the rainbows
Attired on starlights
Galloping on the cloudy roads of the sky
Wielding a plethora
Of kaleidoscopic flowers
On her fermata fingertips
She comes,
A key to many hearts
Pulling oddly beautiful cards
From a cooking cauldron of disaffection
She comes,
A quiescent egret of the heart
Presenting to me, her world
This candlelight, led in retrospect.