My dearest Michelle

Do not wish me a world
of a greying southern sky,
speak not in whispers
when you mean a loud good bye.
Count not sunsets or any sunrise
or rays of the sun in their eastern flight;
feel the warmth that-
sinks in from your shoulders
let it bathe you in love's eternal surmise.
Paint with colours that are treasured
in your eyes,
Love with all beauty that you hold inside.
Seek bliss and blessings
with every prayer that escapes your heart,
Answering with success-
or gentle refusals is for the Creator to decide,
just seal every hope with an Amen to preside.

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