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For Megan.

Glimpsing an American park in the 90’s
    June’s sun illuminates all things green.
All that’s alive grows with laughter
    On the soft grass families picnic
    On the fresh grass couples laze
Soaking up the chromatic rays.

Down on the coast, English cliffs rise,
    Dividing ancient nature from the algae flecked sea.
Framing sky blue with it’s clouds like islands,
    Islands filled with luminosity.

As night approaches America
    Those pioneer skies burn purple and pink.
Like a flame above the dark expanse we call the pond
    The Phoenix rises one last time - to sink.

Out of this dark world red letters shine,
    Mirroring the words of Immanuel, setting forth a crimson flood.
Oh, that some might accept His love
    and come for cleansing through His blood.

The amber sunrise warms my day in a quiet way
    Perhaps only Van Gough would understand.
Lengthening waves of California remind me,
    I’m where my love is.

Now, the sweet-yellow consummation
    These pale reflections already taste like Glory.
And while we kiss in a shower of mercy
    Somewhere a rainbow stands.