Between the time that the day dies <br />and the sun hangs precious <br />like a ruby in the sky <br />and the time that the day breaks <br />and the sun is fresh and new <br />like a orange <br />in the morning dawn, <br />man and woman <br />is entranced with the night <br />which gives flight <br />to their passions to be one <br />and although they are <br />destined to die at a time <br />the bliss of life <br />and the intimacy of loving <br />and the wonders of the world <br />is their pleasures to share.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/between-the-time-that-the-day-dies/
