Kiss The Sun Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Isn't it enough to love
Someone like you,
You and you alone,
And let the rest of the
World be
The helpless dream
Running through the epileptic
Forest at sunset;
Then you must concede
The light is brilliant
As it is failing
And yet still playing
The last of its childhood games.
When the soft shadows
Mature into a starlit honeymoon,
Enclosed,
The leaping vision of that
Day becomes entombed
In the night's chirping bossom;
Yet, awakening,
The heavenly fires
Breathe upon the slopes
Reveal evidence of our
Entercourse,
Our children the golden
Aspen, yawning,
As the populated meadows disrobe
And kiss the dawn.