On my knees, praying shade from the light, only to find the moon’s glare a sullen sight. The twilight lasting only the beat of a heart, the colors raging fire upon our soul dance’s start. Now the moonshine casts shadows of a waning heart to rage, the beauty locked in the sunlight, trapped within horizon’s cage. The moon’s yellow shine reminiscent of the sun, the reflection of what was once a dawn you begun.