In a world of sound, disturbance and noise
you walked on a silent, perfect white cloud
and I went deaf at your wordless, glad poise
as you shouted over the din of the crowd.
From different worlds, like day and night
my sun did shine, your moon did set
I held your light ever so tightly
afraid that I hadn’t captured it yet.
But the moon only shines when darkness has
fallen
when it’s hushed, unbound, and forever free
so you fled from me as the sun was setting
and I still rise for you, though you don’t
see.
Our best days were together
what was an eclipse in the weather.
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