The Colour Of The Sun

All my days are covered in
A film of yellow light
It’s in the rearview mirror
And flowers on the roadside
Come on little beacon
Brittle spark
Undo me like a drug
Swallowing the scattered dark

On the radio
Karen was singing
Of angels on the day you came
And birds that appear
Moved by the beauty
You threw your hands round my neck
Have I only just begun to see
The colour of the sun?

Rockabye, oh rockabye
To melancholy things
I stare into the splendour
And play the nerves like guitar strings
Yesterday I saw a pulse
Much tighter than a bud
Blooming through the tempest
In Midsummer it comes