dawn to dusk
she was dawn to dusk,
blinding lights and soft blush;
careless with her love, falling
too soon;
giving her love unconditionally
to the cold moon.
a lover, he was not,
a dreamer he was;
he died every morning
to make room for the sun.
perhaps, he thought,
she will join me soon,
leave her children,
kiss the plants goodbye
and instead light up my
night sky.
the stars whispered sweet
words when his true lover
slipped away,
you only see her for brief
moments before your soul
slips, why give up your
life for just a brief kiss?
he ignored them for days,
he ignored them for nights,
but the draw of their warmth
and their crystal clear dresses
left a very clear message.
he gave in and kissed them
for hours at a time, not giving
way to thoughts of remorse.
the sun found out, of course,
for stars always shine, they
were just masked by her own light.
she hid for days, giving way to
the rain, avoiding the sun
for multitudes of days.
love of mine,
he whispered before he died,
why must you torture my soul?
why has your love grown cold?
i fraternized for only a moment,
but to you, i give my soul,
to you, i give my life.
her rays turned white as
she looked into his sleepy eyes,
get out of my sight, you cold,
cold being; against all odds,
i consider your feelings, the pull
of the sirens in the night sky,
but i-i have died every night
just to pull your weight and
bring love and warmth to those
i love. i did the same for you,
but you did not see it as that.
you do not love me, nor do
you care, so as of now,
i must bid you farewell.
the pull of the tides brought
tears to his eyes as he nodded
just the same and reclused
into welcoming dark,
their time did not keep them
apart, it was the swelling
of her heart.