sunset comes, and with it
you
with you
the urge
the desire to paint you in
all the colors of
sunset, blue
and orange, yellow,pink
and pearlescent whites
the urge to cast
the clouds over you
you can wear them
proudly, like a crown
a diadem of shifting
a shining band for your
brow
the urge to drape you
in airplane trails and
golden rays,
flecks of light on water and
mountains misty
to cloak you in sunset lethargy
and
dance with the sun
dance at the sight of you
