It's a bright morning
That greets his day
He looks out the window
And watches the radiant sun

He admires it
Attracted to her glorious shine
Blinded in all effects
Yet still unable to pull away

The heat burns his skin
But he loves it
Being in the sun
It makes him happy

The sun goes down
Bidding her farewell
Leaving him solemn
Broken and shattered

The moon comes up
Greeting him with a soothing embrace
Peaceful and gentle
A light that guides him in darkness

She brings a cooling breeze
To comfort his painful nights
Even if she would be clouded
By grey clouds at times

She watches over him
Like a guardian angel
Singing a soft lullaby
To send him into a slumber

Morning came
It starts all over again
The burning sun in the spotlight
The gentle moon awaits her turn

And she will always wait for the moment
When he enjoys the night more than day
Then she will never be overshadowed
She will take her very own...
...center stage.