It’s funny,
How the sun makes my day
Everyday.
And how it lights up my world,
And warms my everything.
How I spin around her
A thousand nights an hour.
How I see her everywhere,
Yet never do I look at her,
For fear of her fire.
How I feel her light
On the face of the moon.
How she blocks out my stars
And turns my sky blue.
How I watch her come,
And I watch her go.
But never have I ever,
Wonder if I know,
If tomorrow she’ll be in my sky.
Or will I stay eclipsed forever,
By the shadows of it all,
And never again will I ever,
Forget that final nightfall.
Hole In The Hedgerow 
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