dark and it's sunsets

It’s a darkest dark
And I am whispering to you
About breezes by sunsets
How do they always find the right time
and the right purple red sky
for us to breathe
Bring me asters Bring me hellebore
Your clematis and forget me not’s
How do you always find the bluest of greys
and the right starless nights
for us to bleed.