I wonder if you have ever staired at the moon on a starless night.
Gaze on the light of this starless night, and wonder why the moon shine so bright?
You are the Sun and and I'm the moon, a reflection of your light.
Now it is dawn the moon is gone, no pale face for the world to see.
High above every bush and shrub, hailed by every tree.
The day is bright with your sunlight, only forgeting about me.
Dusk has past, sunset at last night proof of days end.
The absence of your light gives no chance for the moons broken heart to mend.
When at first and sudden burst of seeing the sun tickled by the wind. |
