~misty Moon~ Poem by Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun

The mist rises from down below
hanging upon sun's everglow,
My moon is waning to and fro
ride rays, into the sun I go....

With welding power of his rays
burn through these dreams again today,
A crescent heart is burning black,
within my night his sun retracks.

And so on silver the night will play
his gold is fading with the day,
This power rules the tides and you,
his sun holds warm yet burns one through.
(still working on this, will probably delete)