Dared Not

Dared Not

              I'm remembering you and Rainbows which is a
                  part you dared not to show, only to me.
                      The first time in Missouri when I
                     was driving you told me to pull over. 

                                 Well I thought
               something wrong with car by the urgency in
                   your voice, but you came around to
                    my side and took my hand and told me 
                            to look at the colors in the sky.

                               When I did, there was our
           Rainbow you said, And swung me off the ground
                     what a beautiful moment for you 
                     and me, but yet you dared not to 
                          show your heart but to me.

                Now that you're looking' down at me hopefully,
                      I wonder if you're riding that beautiful
                rainbow on your dredge, Still search in' for
                  that pot of gold. Whenever I see a Rainbow
               I can almost picture you riding it and saying
               I found our Rainbow Baby, remember to look
                    for the colors, And you'll find me!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Docherty Avatar
April 6, 2009 at 2:59 AM
A beautiful thought/way to remember...A tastefully written verse. Reminds me of a line in the rainbow song...'listen with your eyes...' Lovely. Anna-Marie.
Duhart Avatar
April 2, 2009 at 6:03 AM
Very interesting write. Great analogy. continue to share and thank you for commenting on my work also.
Stockwood Avatar
April 2, 2009 at 3:33 AM
brilliant write, thanx for the comment.
P. Avatar
April 1, 2009 at 10:35 AM
lovely write... ~ Arany
Loving Iii Avatar
April 1, 2009 at 9:04 AM
this is a very cherished way to be remembered. good work. john loving
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