The thickened air of honey tone
And sun-specked effervescence
Gushes from the veins of dawn
And floods us in fluorescence.
The sleeping purples bleed to pinks
Then oranges to blue,
Yet nothing of this morning sun
Can glisten quite like you.

The daylight burns to charcoal night
As gentle winds start dancing,
Sweeping dusts of daylights ash
Through galaxies expanding.
The dust it drifts past Jupiter
And past Europa too,
Although this all means nothing when
My universe is you.

Seasons come and seasons go
But winter never leaves.
Turned to ice, this summer sun
That shone now merely grieves.
Our own Earth to Triton turned
With geysers shooting blue,
But nothings ever quite as cold
As life is without you.