They say he swallowed the sun
Wore the moon as perfumed cologne
His hair soft and silver -his smile beaming
He loved his muse-she was young fun
Striped in orange and raspberry tones
Her pose seductive whilst day dreaming
His sunburnt house all pink and plum
Bunches of flowers all home grown
In rich coloured mosaic vases gleaming
At the end when his time was almost done
Did he think of her when he was all alone
Of her firm beauty and sensual leanings
Whirls of vibrant colour with crushed grey stone
Magnificent white magnolias in pale blue folds