Living Rainbow in the Night
Enigmatic, Ephemeral Mayfly
Dr Abe V Rotor
On a dreary night comes a friendly guest cloaked with a rainbow, circles my table lamp and alights on a book I am reading;
It seems to tell me of many things in life I don't know or haven't experienced, things more that the book can tell, questions reason alone cannot answer;
On its two pairs of wings I read some pages of natural history and mythology, see them as cyber screen of strange scenery;
How beautiful you are. And she looks sad. Compliment and flatter I know have each a place. I repeat my praise. She is silent;
Beauty - real beauty doesn't last, I know. It is ephemeral - it's but for a day. That's what she gets her name and order - Ephemeroptera;
Then beauty is abandon else it will be a waste. Swarming for a mate, producing offspring in a flash, displaying a kalaeidoscopic dress her last;
Then she dies, and the night once more is dark but no longer dreary, the book closes.
The rainbow joins the stars in sweet silence. ~
It seems to tell me of many things in life I don't know or haven't experienced, things more that the book can tell, questions reason alone cannot answer;
On its two pairs of wings I read some pages of natural history and mythology, see them as cyber screen of strange scenery;
How beautiful you are. And she looks sad. Compliment and flatter I know have each a place. I repeat my praise. She is silent;
Beauty - real beauty doesn't last, I know. It is ephemeral - it's but for a day. That's what she gets her name and order - Ephemeroptera;
Then beauty is abandon else it will be a waste. Swarming for a mate, producing offspring in a flash, displaying a kalaeidoscopic dress her last;
Then she dies, and the night once more is dark but no longer dreary, the book closes.
The rainbow joins the stars in sweet silence. ~
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