Sunlight envy

Sunlight that
Skims across your face,
As you imagine,
The colors
You would sprinkle,
A truce of togetherness
With chaotic forms,
Fed on the memories
Of a million frustrated desires,

That sunlight
Must wonder in anxiety,
Why must you be so giving?
To be yet again
A walking tombstone
Of another wasted desire?
When you could so easily
Have it affirm a loyalty
To gently age with you
Just skimming the surface of desire.

7/1/2008.