Godsend
On a distant highway
I catch the sun
Ascending
On its morning run.
Lazy clouds
That fail to fly.
Now
Yellow balloons
With pink bows
Of sky.
I see you standing
In flowered white.
At my journeys end.
You,
My poetic light.
My Godsend.
On a distant highway
I catch the moon.
Flying beams
That sing in tune.
Hillsides wear
Frosted coats.
Torchlight
Of aqua blue
Floats.
To light
Those fires in our heart.
I leave you standing
With petals white
At your feet.
Then must depart.
Driving through the night
Of no return.
You
My love,
My heart.
Will always burn.
A candle without end.
My Godsend.
poem by Kevin East
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