I looked at the fiery orange orb,
As it took it's plunge into the deep depths,
Of the ocean-
All, but gone.
And unknowingly my mind,
Dives into the deep recess of my heart,
Searching for you.
I grab a fistful of sand,
And hold it out
Watching it escape my fingers,
Just like your silky mane.
I can feel those lustrous tresses,
Assault my senses as I,
Try to entwine them between my fingers.
But just like the sand,
that slips through,
Your silken locks are gone.
A little girl selling flowers,
Beckons me to buy some,
And I see your favorite white flower,
That so made you smile.
The mild fragrance of the fresh bloom,
Invades my heart, driving it wild,
An epithet I'd since conferred on you,
Mild and yet so wild.
Then there's darkness,
As I sit alone and ponder,
Will the sun set on my feelings?
Will the fragrance wither away?
Will my desires fly away,
Like those sea gulls?
Or will they find a new dawn,
When the florets will bloom again,
And the orb will majestically rise,
Making me whole again.
