It’s like watching the sun
Break through the snow capped mountain tops
Cloaking itself in beautiful billowing clouds
Of red, yellow and orange
Shedding light on the
Little dark corner
That is what my life has become
Like radiant rays across the tranquil air
Of the mornings sun on a cool crystal pool.
It’s love. And then, like a deathly shroud, the moon,
Your lover, my friend
Teasing, mocking, hitting.
You shouldn’t be with him
You should be with me.