Colours In The Sky

I thought it was a sunrise
Whose slender fingers
Tousled my newborn's hair.
I thought it was a morning
Whose breath danced upon my lips.

The fingers shorten,
Breath dies, light fades.
Woken briefly for that beauty
Before it is lost.

I thought you were a sunrise
When you walked into my life,
Your soul skipped blissfully through mine.
So beautiful, but setting,
It meant the same to me.