The last ray of sunshine at the dawn of Dusk,
Setting afire her burning eyes,
The only way, the livid rage of her soul could ever transpire.
That was the last evening that we spent,
But sometimes I still remember:
The morning breeze in her hair,
While she stared out at the Sun with her lovely gaze
I remained astounded by her beautiful dimples in the daylight daze,
Her rosy cheeks and auburn hair,
illuminated by the sunny glare.
I still remember those days I spent with her,
She told me;
Do you see?
From the azure of the sky,
the green shades of the grassy blades,
To the wispy white clouds up-high,
A luminosity of shining colours…
That’s the brilliant poem,
The poetry of light.