You

This sun rises with  the band of your colors
Emerged through the grins of
Your tender croon stirs the Nature up,
  And a bright day sings 
    Enlivened by the sweet finish of your song!
     The noon comes about 
     Embodied in your forms for me!
    And bestowed upon I am with
I wish every now and then; 
That I wished for so long. 
The neon orange twilight comes 
Wavering airs of your breaths gently in I pass by often time. 
   The darkest hours
And a dream’s
Whisper I feel in angel’s voice
   Or, an apparition’s perhaps
  That I ever wish to
But I miss every single bit of time
     I am so wishing to know 
       Before I banish in my minds
                          This typical ”You” 
Copyright (c) Welkin Siskin