As The Morning Dew, a poem

I woke up one day and I saw your eyes
they were as lovely and fashionable as the morning skies
Ones that bask in the sun after the morning dew
Others that beat the drum of a sky as blue
I need you, I said, I need you near
... In a time so dark, in a time so few
Have known what it's like to see you there,
Looking down from the skies
On a pedal of grey
I asked thou oh fair Priya Devalia, my pedals need your rain
I need you come hither and gather again
Come give me a taste of the thirst that remains
And you came upon me as the morning dew.

"As the Morning Dew," SarahS.