If the Noon Could Speak

If noon could to talk to me so sweetly- and if the sun could speak within its rays- like waves in the seas (there are a secrets told) I know the golden hue would always wish to stay. If noon could to talk to me so sweetly- and if the sun had a word to soonly speak It would ask for the water to evaporate to cool him from a fire ball to a cloudy peak. If noon could share to me a little secret- And if the sun had fury rage but little inside it would speak that he is afraid of the moon- and the colors when he falls to a sunset as they collide. If the noon was only real- just as a friend- Then the sun in the sky would sing a lullaby with all the chirping vocals from the birds and put me to sleep with all and good-bye.