Orange streaks across the sky
Split the clouds to make them cry
With drops that fall and splash around
A torrent here, expressive sound.
The end of day, the time to go
And sleep and dream of what we know
And wish and hope instead to find
Outside of mind not so confined.
My dear, my sweet, oh how you seem
So radiant and not part of a dream
Yet when the sun sets down at night
You are all I need for light.
You match the beauty of the sky
With face so tender to my eye
A smile that I cannot explain
A task I undertook in vain.
I watch the last few rays of light
Dip down in servitude to night
Enslaved by rhythm relentless, quite
The metaphor for this, so right.
Smile away my dear, and still be you
This one I hope to stay near to
This one whose lips I wish to kiss
And eulogise and share our bliss.
© Kris Blackburn 13/04/16