The Sun shone down on us like there was no tomorrow,
Like her light shone so brightly it extinguished our sorrow.
The Moon beamed a glow that was peaceful and wise,
As our fear and discomfort waxes and dies.
The Star looks on the Sun and Moon with nought but love.
These guardian angels of mine – sent from above.
Oh! Summer’s suckled brow –
How long and far are you now?
Pillows of a many painted smile,
Light and bright all the while.
So, dark descends to mine,
The Sun of our heart’s design.
Morning’s eve are come,
Blurring the eyes of some.
In tenebrous flickers,
Our minds in blinkers.
Thoughts of love succumb,
To that of winter’s numb.