Waves

A marmalade morning
passes to the red afternoon
and to a dusky blue evening
in light of the moon.

The morning dew
and afternoon showers
give way to the cool evening breeze
They are yours, mine, and ours.

All that we are
from the birds and the bees
to the moon and the stars
and the grass and the trees

Is all that we ever were
and all that we'll ever be.

Waves upon waves.
Never goodbye.