As the sun set at the end of day, And the coming darkness Announces night’s empty solitude, I find myself with a few moments quiet reflection,
Another day of the finite days of our lives is over, Yet I mourn not its death. For the day has passed in your company, And there can be no sweeter thing.
In the pinks, and reds, and oranges Of the slowly vanishing sun I see your face. The smooth lines And gentle curve of your smile. Your beautiful framed eyes That look at me like I’m the handsome one!
No, I do not grieve the loss of this day, For any day spent with you is not lost at all. Even the loneliness of the night Cannot make you fade, As dreams and starts strive To keep you alive in their feeble light.
And as night finally turns to dusk And the skies are adorned with purples and yellows, I see not a majestic sunrise, I see another day to be spent wit you.
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
Once again, a poem for the one I loved but got away