28 February 2013
Uplifting heat that turns our skies blue,
New days seen with its rising in the east,
Lioness of the sky a fiery, hot headed beast,
Ignited to the skies a blazing roaring glory,
Gifted from the moon but that another story.
High in the air with warmth it shares the love,
Till the evening is born and a chill formed from above.
Moonlight is cold solemn and unkind,
One must rest at a time of darkness the type that leaves me blind.
Only the light of the white cold stone floating up above,
Nightlight of the dark draining the colour from the daylight that we all love.
Lovers embrace, caress make hey keep each other warm,
Illumination of the sky casting shadows causing and lonely ones to morn.
Gifted to us from the sun yet that's another story
Height of the night the witching hour,
Two forces working hard a and powerful glory.
Day Vs Night • Opuss № I