watch her sunlight
 

Watch the sun grow to a dim-light,
just to kiss that girl goodnight,
a dream of perfection in good-sight,
with love a poem in short-write.
The sun withers into goodnight:
a black canvas in moonlight ,
with that girl washed star-bright,
love in twilight, so light.
Soft is the hand of sweet-nights,
like rain drops in a wind-flight,
a dream that continues in sunlight,
with that girl that is just right.