The Barren Land and The Magic Rainbow

[Konstantinos]

Will I build a home?
Will I just pass by?
I don't seem to know.
Neither can decide..

I reached the land
that looked a barren one to me.
I traveled so far
a forgotten place to see.

The field was pure like the sky,
until a rainbow appeared.
It seemed alive like it's first time.
What it did want was not so clear.

Rainbow, dear rainbow!
What do you want from me?
Do you need a fellow
or is it a colour that you miss?

Now limits are cleansed
and it hurts me to see.
Please come down here.
I can't fly my dear!

Will you do me harm?
Will you make me cry?
Careful with that love!
I don't want to die..

[David]

Hi Konstantinos, nice to read you for the first time.

When I read this, it seems more like an English translation of a foreign folk song than an English poem in its own right. I admire your attempt at this, but - forgive me if I'm wrong - if English isn't your first language, do you also write poetry in your first language?

Cheers

David

[Konstantinos]

Thank you for answering. No, it's not a translation. It's only this the authentic. English is not my native language as you very well guessed, but I write only in that. I find it more easy and this language inspires me the most.

[Katherine]

You haven't got a place to live and wondering where to settle? Dreaming of 'somewhere over the rainbow'? But, you're afraid of rainbows?
I'm not getting this Konstantinos; sorry, I'm confused.

[Konstantinos]

It isn't supposed to have a specific meaning, Katherine. It's symbolic and from a specific experience in my life. Nothing to understand here. Just a story.