skies were deep purple
and gold near the horizon
lightning struck the ground
Somewhere in the garden,
There's a statue of me and you,
Coated in gold and made out of clay,
And they'll honour it and love it,
They'll covet it and want it,
Right up until they throw it away,
Till the gold has all been stolen,
The clay is cracked and broken,
......
sunflower of night
with petals washed in moonglow
dreaming of the noon
lavishly lovely
wrapped in velvety darkness
in summer's green hour
the warm breezes blow
riffling the golden petals
......
all is intensely golden
from here to the horizon
sky and earth have become one
bluebirds everywhere
undulating hills await
the lush greenness of the day
in the rich dawn summershine
floating butterflies
the skies blazed golden
which turned deep chocolate brown
a luscious sunset
Roses in gold sheen
glinting fire at hot June noon
Sun washed garden blooms
Sparkling city paved in gold
in scents of summer so old
Summer, and the sunglow hours are creeping, so slowly by
with red ruby treasures, waiting placidly, all day in the sky
But, twilight finally ends, with the perfume of black blooms
Sunshine,
embracing all.
So mellow like honey!
You are lighting up all my days,
and blooms come to call, wherever you fall.
Greenest days under sapphire skies!
We live in a gold world,
and we all seek
Sunshine.
I had for long been impoverished, as is often the case with writers,
Though I worked most diligently, at times even pulling all-nighters.
Rosy dreams kept me going, although times were frequently rough,
As black night fuels its moonlight, lending reveries that turn to fluff.
My friends and family tried to help, by permitting me frequent loans,
As steady waves forever assist, to make hued pebbles out of stones.
Each day I grew steadily older, however my life was going nowhere,
......
sunflower of night
with petals washed in moonglow
dreaming of the noon
lavishly lovely
wrapped in velvety darkness
in summer's green hour
the warm breezes blow
riffling the golden petals
......