River Stone 5,1/5/2012,the faintest morning rainbow

They say she is always chasing rainbows,even in the wee hours of the morning as light in its vagueness appears,
but over, there beyond the farest building in the horizon ,from my perch,the slightest kaleidoscope of a pastel hued rainbow begins its arch across the new morning sky,a reminder,a covenant that we will continue to greet the dawn another day.