The Sun and The Moon
#1 of Poetry
Just something I wrote awhile ago, and thought i'd post it.
There is happiness that morning is,
where the sun and the moon come and go.
In the eye of man, for we are many,
both are at opposite ends of the globe.
In a continuous game of "who is following who?".
They race around the world saying "who are you?".
Around the world we look up.
while one may be gone without goodbye,
the other is there to say hello.
For there is nothing lost in the world of tomorrow.
Only the uncertainty of its past.
By, Desimetri