When the sun is low in the western sky And the clouds have a mystical glow, I think of you. The fuzzy redness that engulfs the sky Reminds me of your hair. The purple that creeps over the vast blueness Engenders Thoughts of your lips, your hips, your bruises... I think of you. I work so hard And the time goes so fast; The stars emerge from their Hidden lair. I lie down in the soft, uncut grass And listen to the sounds of evening and Think Of you. A smile comes to my face. As I stare upward thoughts flow gently and Clearly through my mind. Like the stars, my thoughts are numerous and beautiful. Many are of you I could imagine no greater joy than the idea of loving you... Holding you as the Earth now holds me. Soft, Surrounding, Comforting. I think of you. |
