Colors of Your Face
At night I oft forget the sun
and colors of the world,
when their demise befall at dusk
and darkest grays unfurl.
Oh, cruelest night, you strangle light,
day’s vibrancy succumbs
to you, like death you steal my breath;
in shadowed daze of midnight,
I dream for dawn to come.
I’ll never fade in faithless gloom;
I’ll strain to see the stars.
But dimmed above bleak city nights,
their luminesce seems far.
So till the blazing coral-pinks
of morn stream through my drapes,
I’ll close my eyes envisioning
the colors of your face.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015
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