Pacific Dawning

‘Neath the blue-skied Southern Cross
A pink Pacific dawn-rise
But nature’s gift seems but a loss
All I can see are dark eyes.

And when, forlorn at night, I turn
Turbulent with worry-pain
One glance and graceful peace I learn
Dark eyes bring me home again.

I miss that wry incipient grin
That breathless tumbling through the day
When passion spent, her rosy chin
Upon my chest, she slips away.

And as her eyelids flicker shut
The spirit now subsides that moves her
My lifeline slipped, or dammed, or cut
I clasp her tight, so not to lose her.

And though it’s night, I know no day
Though thrice ten thousand suns should rise
For all is darkness, dull and grey,
Till colour sparkles in dark eyes.