MASTERPIECE

There are times

In blackest night

When I seek
Moonlit shadows

And streaks

Of midnight blue,
A place of softest warmth

And textures sleek,
A bed perfumed

With fragrances of you.

But I miss you most

When God paints the sky -
Crazy crimson

Surrounds

A golden fleece,
Pink blotched clouds

And pale mauve rose air up high -
And we count brush strokes

On His masterpiece.