Rainbows created my imagination
As it arched across the sky
On one end there sat you
At the other end, there sat I
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
Friends are linked in thoughts, whatever the time, where ever, and rainbows and bridges are just a way of connecting thoughts.