day in, day out
night in, till  night out
with every sunset
and every sunrise
I watched their love
dance against the lights

their love went against the times
for in the black darkness of the nights
they made their own lights
a beautiful romance, defined by the
collusions of deep pinks and purple's
a light show joined with the deepest of reds
and the whimsical hues of orange
as they whispered to each other
confessions of their love
a sole, within each others arms

and when the twilight lights began
to light the skies
their love dimmed, fading to  melancholy blue
their blue's, a sea of sadness
a sea of separation
in which the waves were too rough
for even a boat to sail through

and then when the sky
reached its happiest blue of noon
their love, isolated
darkened to the most numb of grey
their pain a stormy sky
with silent strikes of lightning
and no thunder to match

but when the suns began to set
time began to sync
with the colours of their love
the pinks of anticipation
to see the other again

and the cycle repeated day in and day out
night in and night out
with every sunrise and sunset
the romantic within me
cried at their spectacle

it tore at me so, to see the whimsical colours
of their tragic light show
fade into the most saddest of grey
so against the wishes of my master
I helped them whisk away
and prayed the perilous boat
would sail their seas
to land where their storm may cease.