WHEN NIGHT IS CALLING
WHEN NIGHT IS CALLING
Before the day turned into night
Warm bright yellow faced cool pale white
The sun and moon prepared to fight
To fill the sky, as was their right
But with the earth slowly turning
Pale skins were no longer burning
For more warmth, now all were yearning
The end of day was concerning
But it was time now for the moon
And for some it came none too soon
Ending brightness of afternoon
As moonlight plays a different tune
Hear the sounds when stars are falling
Listen well when night is calling
Copyright © Howard Osborne | Year Posted 2024
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