Our Sun <br />on edge <br />of world <br />signals <br />days rush <br />has finished, <br />dusk, and <br />twilight <br />time begins. <br /> <br />Our Sun’s <br />warmth stays; <br />it’s love <br />still warms, <br />removes, the <br />shadows from <br />our souls. <br /> <br />Moon, <br />a lightened mirror, <br />rising on a <br />darkened <br />world, <br />allows <br /> <br />Our Sun’s, <br />reflected light <br />to shine, <br />to remove <br />the darkness, <br />and uncertainty <br />from our lives. <br /> <br />Our Sun is <br />always free, <br />no charge <br />given to <br />light and warm <br />our hearts, our souls, <br />our lives. <br /> <br /> <br />11-12-2008<br /><br />Bob Blackwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-sun-4/
