You are the Sunset, I am the Sun (unpublished poem)

Morning untangles her silver blue hair

from the sepia thorns of complacent night.

The moors, the mountains, the rivers, the seas . . .

All bow in the wake of her stirring. 

People throw open their shutters

and children run out to play.

All is well and time is kind;

our hearts have suddenly come to life. 

We kiss in the tall, wavy grass

as the morning light flows around us.

I am the sunrise, you are the sun—

We are one. 

Twilight pirouettes into the sky

and spirals beyond our curious sight.

My heart, my soul, my envious eyes . . .

They watch diamonds fall from your smile. 

People swing closed their shutters

and tired children saunter home.

All is well and time is still kind;

our love has suddenly come to life. 

We sleep in the tall, wavy grass

as the daylight flows quietly away.

You are the sunset, I am the sun—

We are one.