Woven through each day like colors in the rain, the words
Couple together in a sheen of mist, these two words.
And when the pain throws its curtains gray over the world
Its anguish cloaking, I do not despair; I know the words.
For when its shadow lifts, the rain throws light like prisms
Into the sky where I catch them as they fall; these words.
These two words spell out my days; each gives wings to the other
Piercing through the rawness– alive, quivering, these two words.
For my name is Rung*, and when grief comes stealing through the rain
I know hope follows. It will, for I know these two words.
*Rung (รุ้ง) is my Thai name meaning rainbow
This is a Ghazal, written for my poetry and drama class. A ghazal is originally an Arabic form of poetry, must have 5 or more couplets, ends its couplets with the same words, and includes the name of the author in the final couplet.