Doors open

doors close

we wander the halls of our life

wondering, wondering 

who are we

and where does it all lead?

Sometimes we wear bright colored clothes and laugh with the world,

other times we don cloth of dark shades and cry out our lamentations.

Over-arching all, though,

even in the darkest night,

there is a rainbow,

often invisible to the eye,

but there it is--

colors created by light,

we carry on.