The sun escapes the earth,
leaving a dark pasionate spectrum;
the world is filled with romance.

Looking into your eyes,
as the moon esclipses the sky;
I feel your hands touch mine.

As the moon invades
the territory of the sun,
Your body and mine
combine as one,

Yet these eyes are blinded,
By the spectrum above,
There is no light shining,
in this darkness of love.

Night steals the truth,
The soul's memory is sane;
The sky evoikes sadness and reoccuring pain.

Suns must rise in the coming hour,
Else this soul may turn from sweet,
To untouchable and sour.

11/12/98

© 1997-2004 Jarard Paige