78. Sunrise

  Wand’ring eyes gazing
       To and fro this empty page
       And a sunrise so divine.
  Gentle blues and subtle oranges
       Dance in the sky,
       As orchid clouds roll by.
  A new day’s dawn
       Of early morning green;
       Of dew-kissed petals shim’ring,
  Yet, not a word I seem to write;
       A profound love poem,
       Or a simple rhyme - What does it matter?
  For though loving ink may not always flow,
       Love from my heart and glowing eyes
       And new life from my soul shall.
  If I utter not a word, nor recall a single thought,
       Your heart must not cry
       Tears of uncertainty and pain.
  Behold, such emptiness
       Shall only give way
       To more thoughts of you.