Sunlight yawns and sighing, dons a cloudy negligée,
Tired trees tucked by the breeze fold leafy limbs to pray;
Sky surveys through rainbow haze as God turns out the light,
Day descends, and as she bends, she kisses me goodnight.
Perhaps if petticoats were pearls
And thoughts were stars with chocolate swirls,
Moments wrapped in petalled lace,
Where tear-drop diamonds hold in place
Bright fairy-wands, of age-old make
Fair magic-wrought, for magic’s sake -
Then I could keep you here with me,
Shut out the worst catastrophe,
Bind our hearts with fairy glue
So I could always be with you.