Somewhat free flowing,retaing rythym, a tale of a personified sun and sky falling in love |
When the sun meets the morning sky, They fall in love. They fall in love For the first time every day… The sun sails in from the sea To meet his love to be. She sees him sailing on his way, A lonely sky blushes, And begins the day. The strength of her love Helps to hold him in the sky. His love, lights the bold blue, And she is not shy. She sends birds to sing to him So they never have to say good-bye. While he promises the world He starts with wonderland, Making his visions come to life by hand. Paintings and sculptures, All in white, The artist in him for her delight. Midway through his journey The navel of the sky… I always had this hunch, Lunch was just a lie. Desires race, He basks in her presence. With this energy He makes another present. A soft grey bed, To lay down beneath her. Together now. The bed shields them from our eyes For their love is too powerful And could cause us to die. Scorching hot, With an afternoon shower, He pierces the sky. She has hot flashes And doesn’t question why. The heavens nearly begin to tumble, As the passion of their love Emits a rhythmic rumble. They leave their bed And dance away together. Their bond grows Too strong to ever sever. He tells her, How he loves her from his core: And so the day ends, As she blushes once more. |