You Don't Have to Ask...

As black rims the sky overhead,
     a silken tonsure covering the pink pastels
stretching over the horizon
     as they fade into heavy cream
lying between the light blue watercolors
     of the hem of  Mother Earth's skirt,
mixing with clouds of hand mixed oil;
     black and grey at first,
rising to grey with tips of white
     and peaking in pure white puffs
of milk in water, billowing
     then disappearing into one...

Clouds have always been faces to me,
     traces of forgotten memories
come running back to me
     and what comes first and leaves last
is my desire to have you here by my side;
    for the first time to have someone beside me
to witness the beauty, glory and wonder
     so i don't think it's some spell i'm under
Come, let Dawn find us always together,
     side by side enjoying the start of the new day
no matter what troubles may stand in our way,
      together, you and i,
somehow it has always been that way...