Beauty, and The Wonder of loving it
The glistening down Dusk Thinly clouded westside Fall Sun setting to rise In worlds away and beyond Orange flatters grey clouds Strokes of the rosy rays On my cold skin play In me Invokes Sound wonder and Raw marvel At the golden shine Horizon Of a glorious Sun down. So, you may not be all that I wished for But you have provided all that I needed And so much more You may not be up to the pristine wishes Of my faulty fancies But you have been more than A fulfilling reality And for you my love I give.