A Reply To You

My dear humble poet with the red cap
Have you found it
that your pen’s seat
And its large map?
Here’s where God hides-
In a rainbow,
In the sun’s glow
In ocean tides
In words that nap.
You and God should be like arrow and bow.

Let your dreams fly like arrow from a bow,
Words do not nap
They tie the tides,
You’re light, please glow
Be a Rainbow
Chain never hides.
Story own a map,
give a pen seat.
Lamps burn for it,
Engine right words, poet with the red cap

Ruddapoet