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A poem about the love between the moon and sun as we watch from below |
| The methodical pulse of water On weather tormented shores Pulls my eyes towards the heavens And the skirt of darkness discreetly poured. So high the crystal maiden sits To guard the gentle shadows creep And the stars gayfully playing To rest on blackened sea But oh when the secret hour is nigh When night shall greet the day Orb of silver awake the light! And night to a glorious gray For Sun seems shy to spread his light And dusk in heaven stays But when the sun shall add his might The glory of the day. And sadly to see her go So ends another sight But with one last kiss of gentle light He will see her again this night. |