You 1 Poem by welkin siskin

This sun rises with the band of your colors
Emerged through the grins of your lips.
Your tender croon stirs the Nature up,
And a bright day sings
Enlivened by the sweet finish of your song.
The noon comes about
Embodied in your forms
For me.
And bestowed upon I am with a break
I wish every now and then;
That I wished for so long.
The neon orange twilight comes
Wavering airs of your breaths
gently in spiral course
I pass by often time.
The darkest of the nights falls,
And a dream's uncertain promise
Whisper I feel in angel's voice
Or, an apparition's perhaps!
That I ever wish to talk to.
But I miss every single bit of time
I am so wishing to know
Before I banish in my minds
This typical ''You''