Darkness does not stop rainbows

the troops.
the beauty of blues, greens, reds, and yellows
dancing before you. the dance of life.
rainbows pass upon the screen.
for brief moments.
if you look and see.
colors are not but reds and blues.
but moods and tones and life and death.
music and dances. rhythms and blues.
sadness and laughter.
(Blue skies open up to the universe of peace,
serenity, tranquility. Reds close their eyes
to screams of tears and pain, anger and
frustration.)
the sun will rise, then fall again.
but rainbows will still travel.
darkness does not stop rainbows from travelling.
black nor white can conquer the beauty of color.
black's no conquerer.
it cannot enter where colors go.
it can only envelope, surround.
white finds itself too unable to destroy.
it is weak and falls prey to the beauty of its makers.
blues, greens, yellows, reds sing tribute
to their infinite beauty.
and black watches in sorrow. from behind walls.
rainbows cannot end.
rainbows will not end.
if one looks and sees. what is and could be.
dancing upon your screen.
once white, sometimes black, and for always
of beautiful colors, troupes of colors
just beneath the surface.
darkness does not stop rainbows.
cannot stop rainbows.