The fellow passengers as he calls them have discovered he is a song writer and beg him to write love letters to their wives. In return for writing them he is paid in paper and Bic pens so he can write to me. He confides that everything he writes for them is really what he is wishing for us. Here is the latest one written for a fellow inmate who longs to return to his former lover:
Be My Rainbow
Though I am in a Hurricane
All I dream about is You
Though the Tempest is raging all around me
All I hear is a Melody, Your Name, Your Tune
You are the Rainbow
That has Graced my Heaven
In Your eyes I see the end of the Storm
You are the Sunshine Whispering all is Forgiven
Yours is the Heart keeping me warm
Your Image haunts me every Moment
I feel the rhythm of Your Heart
Your Dance, Your Sway, relieve my Torment
I imagine our Souls Enwrapped
I have met you in a Magic Garden
I have reached You out in cyberspace
We have touched and yet I beg Your Pardon
I just want to Kiss Your Face
So please consider Being my Rainbow
Let All of Your brilliant Colors Shine
Because when the Storm is over
You are the Treasure that I Yearn to Find
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