dawn to dusk

she was dawn to dusk,

blinding lights and soft blush;

careless with her love, falling

too soon;

giving her love unconditionally

to the cold moon.

a lover, he was not,

a dreamer he was;

he died every morning

to make room for the sun.

perhaps, he thought,

she will join me soon,

leave her children,

kiss the plants goodbye

and instead light up my

night sky.

the stars whispered sweet

words when his true lover

slipped away,

you only see her for brief

moments before your soul

slips, why give up your

life for just a brief kiss?

he ignored them for days,

he ignored them for nights,

but the draw of their warmth

and their crystal clear dresses

left a very clear message.

he gave in and kissed them

for hours at a time, not giving

way to thoughts of remorse.

the sun found out, of course,

for stars always shine, they

were just masked by her own light.

she hid for days, giving way to

the rain, avoiding the sun

for multitudes of days.

love of mine,

he whispered before he died,

why must you torture my soul?

why has your love grown cold?

i fraternized for only a moment,

but to you, i give my soul,

to you, i give my life.

her rays turned white as

she looked into his sleepy eyes,

get out of my sight, you cold,

cold being; against all odds,

i consider your feelings, the pull

of the sirens in the night sky,

but i-i have died every night

just to pull your weight and

bring love and warmth to those

i love. i did the same for you,

but you did not see it as that.

you do not love me, nor do

you care, so as of now,

i must bid you farewell.

the pull of the tides brought

tears to his eyes as he nodded

just the same and reclused

into welcoming dark,

their time did not keep them

apart, it was the swelling

of her heart.