Bring me to the world
of oranges and purples,
where the late noon sun
turns the skies to burning flames.

Bring me to the world
where when the moment I wake,
I witness a sunrise
more glorious than the one before,
a sunrise on the water with
white sails that hang on boats’ masts,
flying in the winds, erupting with radiance,
the reflection of the half sun
in the shimmering green waves,
and the shadows of distant buildings sitting
on the horizon.

Bring me to the world
where the last thing I see the moment I drift,
is a dying sunset
where the pink clouds fade to purple
and the oranges of the departing sun stretch tautly across the sky
as if two gods were tugging
on either side of the heavens
trying to make the colors last.
This dying sunset, a perishing light
carrying not vibrancy but a beautiful hope
that it can hang on just a while longer.

Let me revel in the sky’s fire, this sunset and sunrise,
dance on the water’s surface
and waltz in your arms like a goddess
with eyes perhaps brighter than the sun rays
and a smile as big as the horizon.
Let me wear a dress that twirls out wide,
and jewelry that shines up through to outer space and I will be truly happy.