I Believed You Would Come Today

I believed you would come today I filled the pen full with blue ink gold was coming into the grey preparing the ground for the pink you love, I knew, the iambic with the rhythmic sounds of tabla in the green field two spotted chicks In the blue lake, a gondola somehow the clouds wished otherwise shortly it filled the blue again saddening was collapsing highs the pen sick in a severe pain hopes often must sit on a dew unaware of the red hot hues