The dreaming Moon rolled over

to see the Sun arise,

pulling darkness to its shoulder

it slipped the shining skies...

 

the never-ending chase of days

of lightness and of dark,

the shadows and enlightened ways

on which our lives stand stark...

 

their beauty and their foreboding

carry fearful dread and hope,

each stretching hour eroding

our resilience to cope...

 

yet still our spirit lifts us clear

of each relentless fall,

to raise us far beyond our fear

that we be not so small...

 

So when that sleeping Moon does pull

and beg your soul to stay,

awake and shine as Sun that's full

and drive the dark away.

 

 

(I post this song, merely because it's got a great groove and it is more up than down. It doesn't really relate to the scribble above)