Destiny arrives quietly
When our hopeful eyes
Focus elsewhere
A glorious moment
When you finally realize
He’s been calling
Watch closely
He rides in
On rainbow air
Destiny arrives quietly
When our hopeful eyes
Focus elsewhere
A glorious moment
When you finally realize
He’s been calling
Watch closely
He rides in
On rainbow air
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
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Ooo, that’s exciting. I love this one. And it’s true.
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Haha! Thank you, Duketh. Explain! You mean destiny coming when you least expect it? Or riding rainbow air? Maybe both?
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Something else actually! About him coming, you see.
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Oh yes, I’m following you now.
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Love Rainbow air. Would like to ride it someday.
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Thank you! Me too, John. Do you think we’d be able to stop ourselves at the bottom?
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Can’t say why, but this somehow reminds me of Woody Guthrie. 🙂
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So this seems folk like to you? I love that! Just don’t quote John Denver please… 😉 Thank you!
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Who is John Denver, please?
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Oh, just an American folk singer from years back. He isn’t one of my favorites, but has a few great classics.
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OK, thank you.
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Ha, great poem and that is the beauty of destiny, you never know when it arrives so it is always a surprise. Great final line!
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🙂 Truly brings on a whole new meaning now. Definitely a surprise. Ha!
Thank you for reading my poetry, Randall.
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Enjoy it immensely Audrey ~ keep it coming 🙂
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Thank you, dear philosopher photographer extraordinaire. 🙂
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Careful for what lies at the end of that rainbow, Audrey.
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Could be a leprechaun, Mark. 🙂 You don’t like my poem?
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I do like your poem, Audrey. Very much.
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I just need to be careful, huh?
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Watch closely. That’s the line I was focusing on, Audrey. My interpretation this time around. Something slipping in while you were looking the other way.
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Yes, okay, I’m following you now. An interesting line to focus on, Mark. Such a protector…something slipping in while looking the other way is usually how it goes, right?
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Yes, I shall relinquish this particular angle, for now, at least. I reserve the right to return to protector …
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T’is only a poem. Yes, I would have it no other way. Thank you, my dear.
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You are welcome, poet.
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🙂
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The thought that ‘he rides in on rainbow air’ is so beautiful.
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Thank you, Kate!! I came up with that line first… awww!! 🙂
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Oooh, yes, that’s nice!
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Thank you, Starr! 🙂
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