Views From My Balcony

I wake up every morning

To the Sun

Cloaking away the dark

And it lights up my day

His sundry colours

Spread across the sky

Like a rainbow that wasn't,

Completely oblivious

To those besotted by his enigma.

Every time he sets

He would leave me transfixed 

On his blush and blond,

On his bittersweet glow,

Like water colours

Splattered on a cloudy canvas.

I would stand back

In awe of his beauty

Craving to be near,

To steal a touch

Or a quick glance,

Waiting for him to turn

And envelope me in his light

Surround me in his grandeur.

But then every night

He would kiss the Moon goodbye

Before leaving

And darken my world