Heavy lids threaten to hide

My tired eyes from Christmas lights.

From dusky blue, grey and yellow
From meteors and purple halos.

And all I think, and all I say
To you, my dear is simply "Hello."

Because it's been so very long,
Countless hours since the first

Time I had a chance to see

Your face: a lovely rainbow burst.

But dusk descends, and stars revere
And I, like the sky, fall softly here—