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Jun 2014
I'm the bird under a bridge
I don't use twigs or leaves to form my niche
I feed my young
Under a roof of sturdy pillars
Where the beggars flock to stay

And I know I should have chosen a tree
But theres much more shelter here
And this bridge is not going anywhere

So we'll get some funny looks
From the cars passing by
But each person in that car
Wishes for but a safer life

And I'll live it right here

I am the sun in the summer time
I take my time to set in the west
Heating the surface of the world
And giving life to each guest

Don't bask in me too long
I tend to burn
Some will bask for days
But it's them who never learn

I strike upon those who seek me too much
I disguise myself in light
But they do not understand
that I am surrounded by night

Treat me right and I will give you peace
But all in excess leaves the eyes blind to see
I will give you color and life
But it's best your timing is right with me

Catch me in the morning I will bless you with the morning dew
And in the evening I will cool the air that was made for you
That which shines is not always golden
But silver and copper too.  

I am like the moon
I change my form but its all written down
I am the closest piece of space and at that the brightest
But I have yet to make a sound

I disappear for one day of the month
But I slowly appear on all the rest
As if to say, "I can't guide you tonight, but let me get this off my chest.
I'll reveal myself a little each night
But give me a little rest
I have a whole world to go around
And my speed is not the best

Let me wax on my appearance
And make each night brighter
And wane once I am full
To hide once again from the fire

But don't worry I'll be back,
Just give me one night of peace
Let all be dark in the world
And let each star shine brighter than me

I need one night of darkness
Where no one can see
So I can find my way once more
And let the orbit find me

I am love, I am everything all in one
I am the rising moon and the setting sun
I am every lost soul, and every soul won
I am everything you've seen and everything you've done
But your eyes don't usually catch it
Because your time here is not done

Let the sun and the moon make their case
Though they are both opposite
They both shine light upon your face

It's the suns reflection on the moon
That best exemplifies such saving grace.
Weston Taylor
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Weston Taylor
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