The day is done
With the
Dipping of the sun
Soon the moon
Will rise
In the dark velvet skies
Reflecting the sun’s light
To guide the travelers
Through the dark night
They work as a team
Passing the light
She dazzles the day
He glows through the night
Dreams are made
And hearts are won
Under the moonlight
The reflection of sun
The sun and moon
Each take their place
There’s no competition
Not even a trace
It’s like that in love
If you have the right one
It will be like the teamwork
Of the moon and the sun
If one shines brightly
And the other is dim and dark
The one will give their light
To give the other a new heart
No competition,
nothing to gain
Except the love of another
And peace over pain
When I am blessed
to see the sun rise
I know that I’m seeing it
Through my God-given eyes
And if it should pass
That this sunset’s my last
I’ll know that my Creator
Is holding me fast
About the Creator
Colleen Walters
i’m just a girl in Florida who likes to write things, usually inspired by events and people in my life..Always be you, because you are awesome-
When I grow up, I want to be a kid again.
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She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Awww, this was absolutely wonderful! Loved your poem!
Your first four lines are very beautiful.