1.28 The setting sun
I lay quiet and alone in the dying hours of the day,
Watching time pass me by, wishing you were here with me,
The refreshing cool grass brushing against me as here I lay,
If only you were here with me, here with me to see.
Shades of yellows and reds dominate the evening sky,
The sun lowering itself over the statue's peak.
Oranges and pinks creep into the sky as I watch the sun slowly die,
Colours from the trees fade, becoming sombre and bleak.
As I lay here on the grass, thinking of the beauty above,
It draws my focus to you; with your stunning and pretty smile;
Warmth flows into my heart as I feel for you my immense love,
Every time we part, even for a day, seems a terribly long while.
The shadows on the ground begin to stretch and fade,
Though as the darkness settles in, I promise to myself sincerely:
My love to you shall never wane, holding strong as when first made.
For then and now I cannot express how much I hold you dearly,
Like the perfection and grace of the setting sun here in the park.
Illuminations cast only now by the glowing streetlight,
Silently I remain, laying on the cool soft grass in the dreary dark,
Thinking of you now as I lay here is my only delight.
The sun has gone and disappeared from the sky,
It pains me to learn that there may be a chance I shall never be with you,
But regardless of what may pass, my love for you, unlike the sun, will never die,
For now, I shall stay and wait, wondering softly; do you have these feelings too?
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Jamie Scott Watkinson-Harvey
Watching time pass me by, wishing you were here with me,
The refreshing cool grass brushing against me as here I lay,
If only you were here with me, here with me to see.
Shades of yellows and reds dominate the evening sky,
The sun lowering itself over the statue's peak.
Oranges and pinks creep into the sky as I watch the sun slowly die,
Colours from the trees fade, becoming sombre and bleak.
As I lay here on the grass, thinking of the beauty above,
It draws my focus to you; with your stunning and pretty smile;
Warmth flows into my heart as I feel for you my immense love,
Every time we part, even for a day, seems a terribly long while.
The shadows on the ground begin to stretch and fade,
Though as the darkness settles in, I promise to myself sincerely:
My love to you shall never wane, holding strong as when first made.
For then and now I cannot express how much I hold you dearly,
Like the perfection and grace of the setting sun here in the park.
Illuminations cast only now by the glowing streetlight,
Silently I remain, laying on the cool soft grass in the dreary dark,
Thinking of you now as I lay here is my only delight.
The sun has gone and disappeared from the sky,
It pains me to learn that there may be a chance I shall never be with you,
But regardless of what may pass, my love for you, unlike the sun, will never die,
For now, I shall stay and wait, wondering softly; do you have these feelings too?
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Jamie Scott Watkinson-Harvey