That you may see the stars and gaze...
With silent rush as golden sun pours full upon the dark blue-grey of fallen sky,
The spray of showered shards of light,
Prick patter wet to face with warmth of summer's flight,
A wash of colours never caught,
Our distance brought before us now as nature's tease,
This arc of world,
This seldom seen,
Uncertain hour this air of bright and glistening breeze.
May words fall warm upon this day,
May sky be blue,
Your hours - bright,
Those close to you be tender this and every night...