When Sorrow Lets Go

When sorrow lets go there is a new loss,
the ribbons of  love still trailing behind,
then taking to flight as rainbow of hope,
slight rope bridge we cross from past to presence

the trip is delicate, falling's easy,
its seduction can sway a fragile bridge
enough to confuse inner gyroscope
which may right itself against its own wish

sorrow is the jewel of all memory
which we exchange for riches of plainer
penury, because, threadbare, current heart
can beat the naked freedom of its now

there is no precision in how I know
but each rainbow that the sun finds moves me