There are certain things that have a stale taste now,
without you daydreams are pallid and bland,
I can only see the wilts in a rose,
the stars fail to shimmer,
and even orange seems a dull color.
but I know that one day diamonds will regain their luster, nacre will resume it’s glow and sunset…
well that’s a different thing entirely, now isn’t it?
dusk is a horse of a different color,
even without hope your strident pinks and purples give meaning to the darkness that ensues,
you are the joyous cacophony of daylight that is seldom considered as I toil,
the forgotten steward of the morning star,
and the shepherd of my soul,
oh day cleanser don’t forget my name tonight,
will I see you again tomorrow?
okay, your words are good with me,
I will tarry, just a little while and then I’ll wait for you,
forgive me if I slumber much,
my dreams will seek you too.