You’re happy and you’re sad,
You’re warm and you’re cold,
You’re there and you’re illusion.
Do leprechauns really wait
On the other side
Of your arching tresses?
Will I find your pot of gold,
Or is it only mold?
Your glowing gems
Brighten cloudy skies,
Bring smiles to faces
Of rain-weary children.
But are you really
A bridge to paradise,
If paradise is gold,
As children believe,
Or are you only
A trick of the light?

I trusted your bridge,
But you wouldn’t hold my weight.
I believed in you
And you made me crash.
Your bright hues
Drew me in,
But your beauty
Was only a façade
Concealing your weaknesses:
You weren’t strong enough
To hold me up.

So I lay on the ground
So close to my gold
Which was only bronze.
My eyes were obscured
By a child-like love,
But you were weak
And you made me crash.