You have bled into me,
Like the day which bleeds into night,
The change is subtle at first,
But, indeed, I blink
And the world is brighter.
From black dusted with stars,
The corners begin to turn
A blue that only time can provide.
Time and the natural order of things.
A darker blue, like your eyes
Is shot through suddenly
With a plume of pink
Like sweet kisses before the sun’s arrival.
It bids the moon farewell,
With warm orange hands that pierce the blue.
And I still see the stars, twinkling, reminding me,
I give a last respectful nod before my eyes begin to water,
Everything has turned bright.
Gold, like your hair.
Warm, like your heart.
Slowly, surely, making its way to the top
Is the sun,
And I feel my heart rise.