Dawn creased the sky through the crescent crescendo
As photons pierced the clouds with innuendo
Sol brings its light to yet another day
Losing the struggle to withhold its array
Sol would let Luna remain in our sight
But momentum always tends to win the fight
Our spinning orb never gives Sol respite
Demanding the day bring an end to the night
JArtB
Saturday, July 30, 2016 at 11:44