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—