Until Dawn

June 25, 2017

the sun is rising
the moon is dying
the night is moving on
to place where she belongs
I cannot help but remember

the gentle winds
that brushed against my ear
whispering to me the secrets
all wished  to hear

the clouds
that covered my mind
and caressed my head
as she said
Be calm

the stars
that were only to be seen
by me and my telescope
composed of pure gold
glistened a bright white
and enlightened my faith
as I prayed they would never fade

If only the sun knew
the key to my dreams
lied in between
the heart and soul
of my dearest beloved

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