The Colours of Love

Brown autumn shrouds your eyes in fading grey,
sheds leaves upon our once green growing love,
that blossomed pink, held Heaven in its sway
and gave no credence to blue stars above
until the seasons of our lives took toll
and taxed us mercilessly, ground us down.
Our rock, belying sand, began to roll
downhill, and Jack cracked up and lost his crown.
My urgent summer brings him back to you.
Your face in spring is winter’s frozen curse,
denying colours rich, our chosen few.
I wait, impatient, as our rolling Earth
                rolls on, until I kiss and touch red lips
                at summer’s solstace pale blue moon eclipse.