A Book of Poems

Sunsets

Paint me an image,
Draw me a story,
Color my world yellow,
Drown my heart in mellow.

I see you standing firm,
Coming down,
Like the graceful round sun you are,
Bright and beauty,
Warm, a cutie.

Your colors fill the sky at day,
Yet dawn is when you awake,
Golden is the hint of your presence,
Tomorrow is a new day.

For now I'll say my goodbyes,
For I know this is not the end,
A new way for you to begin again,
At dawn I'll await for you to awake.

Over the waters I see your presence,
You move with each wave,
Accompany every tide.
No man is weary,
For your warmth is every light.

The clouds turn grey in your absence,
In your presence, a kings heaven is made,
Floating over the waters,
Drowning behind the mountains.

Your leaving makes the world yearn,
More time, more warmth, more light, they want.
Your exit is mourned,
Your presence adored.

I like your perfection,
A round being, pulled on a string,
Your colors are rainbow,
If only I could see more, feel more,
I'm drawn to your presence.

You are perfect in every way,
Each ray, each beam,
I reach out to you,
You caress my face,
Warm my skin.

You feel like glorious energy,
A vibration of my every being,
You are accompanied by everything,
Humans buzz,
The darkness sets,
So the night begins.

It won't be long,
Till you come again,
To chase every shrill,
Lull every cricket,
Warn every evil,
Wane iniquity,
And fill your presence in that big blue sky.

Till we meet again.