Rainbows with Golden Lining

You dwell in imagery
I, in an isolated museum
You come to whisk me away
You’ll find me behind
A newer
Golden creation

Like some smashing rainbow,
I will appear in the sky,
Some one will then say
Twas Loved.

Some day
They’ll question how and why,
I’d find my way
Striking gold to become
Shakingspeare!
Ah!
But not shaky
But to all humanity
Having become so lively

Then that rainbow
Shall come forth
From the crowd
To make a golden ring
Like an unimaginable
Rainbow out of you
With a diamond hue
Twill be a piece of art
In the annals of time
How a poet
Became a permanent rainbow
Indomitable one
Who couldn’t once at all rhyme!