Sweet, innocent daughter of mighty sun
playing alone in the dark night
knowing the light of your father
has been left to guard you through.
Playing in the dark ocean of night
creating ripples through night waves
the ocean plays back with you
creating millions of dazzling stars.
Soft winds carry your sweet song
through the darkness to the earth
who eagerly waits for you to show
your light to her in the deep, dark.
When the rosy rays paint east
you know your father is calling
now it is time to stop playing
to go home to have sweet slumber.
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
3 comments:
dear wendi,
thanks.
warmest affections,
Wisely written! Nice analogy here! I enjoyed this piece! I kept reading it on and on before I chose to comment. Well done! Keep writing!!!
thanks ajey,
glad that you liked it.
warmest wishes.
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