As the stars burn, rake in the silver sky
Lighting it up, like a cinema screen;
Lift your dainty hand and draw,
Marmite love on our canvas of dreams.

As you fade, I’ll begin
Let me in your simple self
And sway
And stay,
there
till the mortal end.

On a fragrant hill someplace lay, a snug you-me;
Squirrels sneak into a daisy, grass and love entwine.
We stare, in trance; at our sublime canvas
at an abstract life so quite.

A sudden chirp precedes your crinkled smile…
The warmth of it…against the coldness of the dew.