Pigmentation of Golden Yellow

She saw golden streams of sun melt into the distant palm trees,
As he sits there painting the mid-summer night’s blue breeze.

Glowing but empty, she knew its time to let go,
the anticipation of something new and the fear of being low.
Her sunset made way for his moonshine in the night,
So divine, he was her flawless knight.

‘I’m leaving you all the signs man of the moon with a crown,
To come find me before dusk seeks my soul and drags me down.
Say the word to describe the feeling of being bluer than blue,
Ah, it’s yellow in all shades of you.’

The dusk came;
And the lonely yellow moon hung over the humid April breeze,
the night grew colder and his stain made her heart freeze.
She let the silence calm her pounding heart,
And let the clouds do their part.
Hiding behind she saw his yellow,
Watching his eyes emitted tones of mellow.
Wearing his layers of sadness in plush,
He gave her insecurities more reasons to blush.

He was the dusk and she was dawn,
they’d never met and only appeared when the other was gone.
He was enchanting and made the stars twinkle,
He made them happy and even made them giggle.
The earth spun it’s magic,
Her golden glow stayed a tragic!

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