The Sun And Moon

When I open my eyes the walls will split in two,

Thoughts spent—wasted—trying to unite the sun and moon.

I can’t recall when I first saw daylight,

But the moon—oh the moon—so beautiful,

I can’t help but stare in awe, so far above me.

The sun, not to be outdone, shines so brightly

But why must she always be so far away?

I’m positive I couldn’t live without either’s glory,

A dim day, filled with unrenowned sorrow

Or a night so dark I lose my thoughts.

When will they share the sky?

      DannYetman

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