Life garbs me in her yellow way,
Wrapping me in saffron cloth
And topaz set in palest gold.
Your eyes are the sky
Reflected in the sea,
And I am the dancing sun.
You rise in the cresting wave for me;
I fall to you in the sunset:
Our kiss is the end of day.
Friday, April 17, 1992
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