Moon and Sun
Although we meet the dying day
Our sun ensconced in melting blue
The moon’s held high to swing and sway
Her light may sprinkle, softest hue
No other reason but for you
There’s a time when all stars must go
When the sky can hold only two
And that is when my love will grow.
One night, the whitest white will stray
Snowflakes sticking to dying rue
The sun may flash its final ray
But after that, the golden’s through
And once again the night is new
We’ll let the winters beauty show
The fireplace our burning cue
And that is when my love will grow.
There is a time in early May
When flowers bloom and spring is new
Then laughter shakes as children play
Shrieking with fun that’s over-due
Who could cry today, guess a few. . .
I’ve felt the sunshine’s warmest glow
One day I’ll feel your warmest, too
And that is when my love will grow.
When sunshine fades, moon glows anew;
And when she dips once more, he’ll go
And when they’re in the sky, just two-
And that is when my love will grow.
Copyright © Dana Smith | Year Posted 2013
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