CLOSE OF DAY

CLOSE OF DAY

At close of day, when the sunset pinkish graces an evening sky,
I like to sit and watch the geese streak across the heavens blue.
I think of friends that have passed away,
And one by one my thoughts they stray,
To how fleeting is this sojourn, this earthly path of thorns.

And in my mind I celebrate the day our love was born.
Hold me tight, my lover man, as I hold tight to you,
For never have I known in life a love that burns so true.

At close of day I close my eyes and sometimes out fall tears,
Tears for those that I have lost, souls precious and so dear.
My mother sweet who filled my life with such infectious joy.
And Robin of the radio who thrilled me with his stories.
Tom my brother's dear, dear friend who left for that far shore.
Land of mysteries and of no return, lost to me forevermore.

And I cannot bear the thought, my love, of ever losing you,
So always wear your seatbelt and get immunized against the flu,
Beware the crazy drivers through your long or short commute,
And watch your daily fat intake and stay forever cute.

At close of day when the sun sinks low like a fading, bouncing ball,
I think it just a privilege rare to be alive to see it all.
And all I really care to do is climb in bed beside you
And feel your breathing as it comes so rhythmic in the night,
And ponder how for once in life I dared do something right,
In finding you, in adoring you, the treasure Fate has sent my way.
These happy thoughts sustain me, here with you at close of day.

-Bruce Potts
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