A love story.
The sky swings soft in twilights splendour
As I await the daylights turn
He who passes across skies slender
Arch, to meet me at dusks return.
My love, he greets me at earths edges
His warmth alights a silver glow
I bid fair well, I leave to dark night.
Too cold, the sun, his warmth in tow.
So I sit upon a darkening sky
Only his memory to keep me warm
My pale skin aglow with sleeping light,
As my love dreams, below darks harm.
And my heart lifts as his gold touches
The earth, the sky is bright once more.
Dawn drifts to pierce the ice cold mist
Tis he, to meet again, through the sky I soar.
But hark, what is this I see before me,
Not my love who sleeps below.
Yet alas, tis he, his light is squandered
My love has died in earth’s shadow.
Only but a moment I see his bright face,
Then his light dims, and dies alone.
The day is broken, the cold returns
My light, my life, my love is gone.
And as the earth lies and dies below me,
Beneath the dim starlight I swoon,
The sun is gone, and I am fading,
Love and light have killed the moon.
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