A Second Sun

for my Goldmine.

How can this sky gazer not give full attention

to the brightest diamond in the heavens?

Or ignore the flaming star, speeding from right to left in the black of night?

Or a fiery sunset, painted for a brief moment on the evening canvas?

Should any jewel or treasure be left untouched, or rightly be ignored?

So neither can I deny this gold spun thing, this amazing wonder

Our love has risen, like a second sun, a new star

Its light is not new, but born long ago, now newly touching down

reaching me unexpected, resting upon my shoulders

glowing warmth, draping and covering me whole

Elle Renée