MORE THAN A FIERY SUNSET

MORE THAN A FIERY SUNSET

More than a rare sparkling coin in a rich man’s fur-lined pocket,
More than an appliance I can plug into a socket.
More than the majesty of a magic NASA rocket,
I love this image of you that I carry in this locket.

More than the lone rose that survives a winter snow,
More than the melancholy that follows where I go.
More than all the lovely birds that twitter to and fro,
I love the pot of gold you lay at the end of my bitter rainbow.

I love you so much more than these, the way you put my mind at ease,
The way you came and carried back the soul that I had sold.
I love you more than the shamans and the gypsies once foretold.

More than a puffy cloud in a bright blue autumn sky.
More than souls that beckon from the dear sweet by and by,
More than the whispers of loved ones gone that echo from the grave,
I love the lingering kisses and caresses that you gave.

The sun it rises, shining bright, hurling joy on you and me,
Creeping across the virgin day in glorious tapestry.
And yet I love you more than sun that gleams so brilliantly,
More than soft serve ice cream or fresh brewed sweet iced tea.

I love you for the sweetness of the hope that you convey.
I love the shelter that you bring to a drab pedestrian day.
I love you more than a ship on the harbor, dry land beckoning,
And I cling to you like a talisman on the day of final reckoning.
I love you more than ever, more than the day we met,
More than a cup of gourmet coffee, more than a fiery sunset.

-Bruce Potts
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