you are my morning light, my sun
in which I eagerly await to see each day
your warmth not of the harsh noon
but of the soft glow that radiates upon mid morning dew
the one that awakes melodies in the trees and skies
and saves me from the unknown of the night
you are the sands of the evening
that which has soaked in the afternoon glory
where I find solice to dip into comfort
bury in and lay as I enjoy the setting of a long day
to which I escape the chill of the inevitable night
you are my beautiful moon
the one I enjoy to gaze
upon wether you wax or wane
more than just my accompanying light
but the one that hears my dreams and wishes
and has seen me in my darkness and yet still stays
you are an agent of nature
the solid foundation, the earth and my hearth
amidst the cyclones of life
in your eyes i find my safety and peace
and i dont intend to stay here on a lease