LeMelonLady16

At night, the wind howls as The moon pours forth her grief at Being left cold She whispers through the darkness Winding around limbs Searching for one who is Warm Daytime creeps nearer, shines The howling ceases She is no longer cold The sun burns down, Seeking one who Is gentle, Cool He searches throughout the Land, but none Is found At night she comes with relief To snatch away his fears To comfort the burning Sol Together they make up the heavens, Searching for the other All their turn They find each when Rising to take the place Of dominance Passing by so close Yet so far They are not Alone