366 Poems: June 22nd, 2016

Sun Catcher

I’ll dream about my sun catcher tonight

when all the world has turned to black and grey,

so even if distance swallows your light,

I know all the colors I feel will stay.


In reds and golds my head lays on your chest

in our hammock the chartreuse forest hides

and through the violet haze I only guess

that we sit below bright cerulean skies.


And so if storm clouds gather then I’ll know

that our prism is flawed only by name

and all our refractions just make us glow

brighter than any church window they’d name.


‘Cause if this light is holy, then it’s true:

all of love’s colors come from me and you.


1 Comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s