For Amanda, Who Incidentally is an Aries

I was looking for someone sunny this time

Not another tortured artist or man child 

Just a simple soul who would laugh easily

And whose warm glow I could grow under

Your golden hair and apple cheeks

Suggested a carefree breeze

So I let myself relax 

like a cat in an east facing window

Lazily watching the show

And now I know you are the sun

In the sense that the sun is a burning star

your brightness searing my shame to ashes 

And in fact the sun is not yellow or any single color

But is actually all the colors mixed together

And somewhere in there is where I grasp the metaphor 

That the sun in all its hot incandescence

is the reason we see rainbows 

and I see you completely