• The golden sun lay sleeping,
    blanketed by the darkness
    of the velveted solar sea.
    The moons soft glow becomes
    the lovers night-light.

    In each others arms they lay,
    here in the night-time hours.
    The ardent touch of
    the black sky above,
    veils their hidden truth.

    If only in their arms,
    the sun lay sleeping for eternity.
    To spend this lifetime
    together in the twilight hours,
    no sorrow to burden.

    For with the suns first light
    as it awakens the new day,
    the truth they conceal,
    hidden from all the world.
    Weeping the dawn of the day.