She be evergreen
Her roots run deep
Age made wise
from a tactful mind
Fair with auburn hair
Soft spoken and polite
Forthright hands on
Still standing strong
and not yet peaked

From the shadow lands I return..
Toward glow and glimmer..
Into radiance and shine..

(I can see your light)

You await me there..
Your brown hair flowing in the winds..
It takes in the sun creating music to my eyes..

(I can see your shine)

The darkness falls off my shoulders..
It flows and drips from my hands..
As I walk back into the light toward you..

(I can feel your hope)

The last of blight leaves me..
The sun blooms on my skin..
You touch my face with both hands..

(I can feel your love)

My eyes have color again..
The ambers and the auburns return to each other..
To see eachother again..

(I can see your soul)

You recite a prayer to me..
An invocation to my belief..
And our eternal communion..

(I can hear you sing)

Warm amber sunlight creeping slowly
Behind heavy draped windows
Slowly illuminating faces on bed
One with pale white skin
The other sun-kissed and golden
Both sleeping in each other’s embrace

The sun-kissed boy wakes
In his arms he held a beauty of ivory
He smiled, kissed the pale one’s neck
A work of art he truly is
Rich silky auburn hair
Chiseled face and ghostly pale skin

Admiring such a beauty in his arms
Gently traced the outlines of his face
Luscious  cheeks and kissable lips
Both in shades of pale pink roses
Thick eyebrows and sharp nose
He sighed, the pale one wakes

He stared into his eyes
Burning with want and need
Those warm brown eyes
A contrast to his lonely black pools
His Dark hair like coal in the hearth
Burning in the auburn of the other’s embrace

i love you.
you, my friend,
are something
      special,
something different.
you, in some sense,
        saved me.
like bright lights
on warm water reflecting
            auburn.
I found myself,
in spite of my love for
                 you.
auburn love in the depth
of winter is what we are,
                     were.
I love you in colors
I can't describe, see or even
                          feel.
though as seasons go
feelings seem to, I suppose,
                          change.
and once again here we
go around and around,
                     dancing.
dancing numb hoping love
is still vibrant and radiant in
                  color.
no longer dull,
in black, white or stubborn
             grey.
I fall and I fall, into the
rhythm of our waltz,
         alone.
we spin in circles
around the issues of
       love.
I love you and
I've loved you but yet
   I lost you.