Rainbows created my imagination
As it arched across the sky
On one end there sat you
At the other end, there sat me
Imagining I could slide across
Over the rainbow to the end
There would be my pot of gold
The sweet love of my dear friend
The rainbow is a connection
Like a bridge from me to you
It appears joined by sunlight
Then the grey skies turn to blue
I smiled up today at the sky
How far would my loving smile go
It slid right over to the other side
The other end of the coloured rainbow
Saturday, March 14, 2009
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