bold and creative.

warm, nostalgic sunrises.

sweet fruits, they're ripe on a tree.

no rhyme, save for a botanical term
almost no one knows.

rare favorite colour,
but deserving all the same.

For a time
you were there,
on the other end
of transmitted
satellite
messages

for a time,
we'd share little things,
like funny things
our animals
did

for a time,
you'd consul
for a time,
you'd encourage
for a time,
you'd inspire

for a time,
you were there

and now

for a time is no longer,
though your name
remains

I have so much love to give,
But none to receive.

And I told you about my darkest secrets
Things I had never told anyone
I told you about my sorrow and darkness
That's in my heart

And yet
You still look at me as if I was the Sun