Second Sky
The setting sun passes before my eyes.
As it lays to rest it waves goodbye.
Behind the mountains it stays in bed.
To ponder lifes words that all have said.
The risen moon lights the way.
For the hidden dreams weary minds make.
The watter lies still in the lake.
For the moon to reflect its light on to heaven.
For it to have and to take.
As it lights the second sky.
Written by Author Joseph Adam Burchett 12/21/11
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