Night And Sun

One of the first poems i ever wrote. Be gentle >=/

Anger Set's at what i've done.
Beauty Falls, and hates released
As morning falls, night is risen.

Night Is left, Beauty behold.
Sun is gone, left alone.
But night it seems, is not aware
of all the things he's given her.
Sun is blind, by love for night.
Left behind, in shadows of light.

Sun wishes for the night to come
But night is gone, far from home
It seems that Sun could never see
all the things that night could never be
Night he wanders, As Dawn approaches
Think's of those words left unspoken.
Of how he feels for the sun above
How she shine's of beauty untold
And he think's, those silent thought's
he hold's so deep, with in his heart
Things he knew, can never be

Sun is lost in the night he's left
the night she holds, with in her chest
how night, his moon is brighter then day
Of how she wished he could have stayed
though she know that can never be
because, she thinks, night was never ment for me
But night, he thinks, how wrong she is
It's just that day, was never made for me.

Reviews

[YouoweYoupay]

Goodness, um. Your title pulled me in because I'm fond of contradictions, love and hate, dark and light between the sun and the moon. So, while the orb of the day is misguided to believe that night had abandoned her, replaced her with a crecent moon, the night's love for the sun could never be pronounced, for the daylight always broke and shattered all black before night could speak. Lovely and heart-squeezing. Thank you for posting. : )

-Rain.

[Ebb and Flow]

You have an amazing ability to write. I'm envious of your talent. Of what I've read you are incredibly talented!
This poem too is beautiful.