How could we let such brilliant dusk
fade into such blinding day?
We held so loosely onto the enchanting
spirals of winking crimson flirtations
and the lick of lavender abashedness.
And thus a burst of yellow complacency
hovered over in the hot autumn,
casting oblong indigo shadows of doubt.
So I suppose that by high noon
when we were drenched in the sweat
of trying to keep up with our fingers
tightening around the fleeting day,
we were too exhausted to recall
the electricity at day break
when the Star first broke the comfortable silence
with a forbidden smile.