Looking for Ever

This umber light, as often as dawn
Has, as often come
And while I lie still
Not knowing, undoing
Knots in laces, knots in ties
You sit at your desk, scanning my slanted lines, my poetry
Over candle light
Under moon's glow
Remember me, remember me, the gentle whisper, I am true
Only as I notice the color
Brown, of this room
Even as the shades
Reddened by the sun
Then I am the poet
Fanning myself
On your porch
Running hard (Look down as you go....)
Entering this room
Verily, my tray balanced
Entering this poem
Readily, as the light