Isn't it enough to love <br />Someone like you, <br />You and you alone, <br />And let the rest of the <br />World be <br />The helpless dream <br />Running through the epileptic <br />Forest at sunset; <br />Then you must concede <br />The light is brilliant <br />As it is failing <br />And yet still playing <br />The last of its childhood games. <br />When the soft shadows <br />Mature into a starlit honeymoon, <br />Enclosed, <br />The leaping vision of that <br />Day becomes entombed <br />In the night's chirping bossom; <br />Yet, awakening, <br />The heavenly fires <br />Breathe upon the slopes <br />Reveal evidence of our <br />Entercourse, <br />Our children the golden <br />Aspen, yawning, <br />As the populated meadows disrobe <br />And kiss the dawn.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kiss-the-sun/
