Rainbow Ode (For Jim) In palty words my grateful heart is bade To sing a song of praise for what you made-- Compelling in its stark simplicity, You showed us things--alone--we could not see Without your sometimes skewed and funny glance That makes the timid long to take a chance. Sometimes not-so-serenely at the helm From your imagination sprang a realm Of fantasy and myriad delights That warmed the dreamers’ hearts and lovers’ nights. Our manic, sometimes panicked fandom grew And mourned—still mourns—the spirit that we knew Could take us from ourselves and make us dream The fever-brightened visions that we deemed An equal to the challenge that you gave An ode to what—from you—we all may have. Who knew what bits of rapture you could bring With little bits of magic, felt and string? The world’s a brighter place because of you-- And darker now without your rainbow hue.