Every Sky’s a Brand New Sky
Every sky’s a brand new sky,
Uncanny once again;
And every kiss, a brand new kiss,
New won, no matter when.
And every love, a brand new love,
New cherished every day;
Though lips and heart may slowly age,
The awe-struck boy will stay.
And I will vow again to love
You each day of my life,
As though each morning were the first
We rose as man and wife.
Just as a meadow washed by rain
Is relit by the dawn,
Just so our love, as we grow old,
Will each day be reborn.
By: Nicholas Gordon
