Unborn Poems

They linger over
on new born rainbows,
hover around the windows
in the early morning hours.

They float on the river
when the moon smiles
on full moon days.

When the birds sing
outside my window
they bring a melody
of an unborn rhythm.

When the spring flowers
are born they paint images
of an unborn verse.

When I look at the darkness
in the middle of the night
they come one by one
as I breathe like a child
scared of the darkness.