I knew of a place
Where the night met day And the stars danced freely Under a warm sunshine ray Where the cold and the warmth Would perfectly intertwine In a hypnotic rhythm Catapulted through time Where dark and light Could both peacefully exist Just beyond the horizon In an altered state of bliss I knew of a place Where the night met day Until a time came When it was no longer that way
The set of the sun, and end of the day.
The fall into night, and into its fright. When I hold you, everything is alright. We’ll hug through the sun, through night and through day. And, at the end of the day, I’d have it no other way
Poem about a friend's stories with self-harm that I wrote yesterday. Edit: early line break on this, too. "Day" isn't supposed to break.
What is the best time of day to love you?
When just below the horizon The sun’s morning light warm the dew? When just from slumber arisen My first thought today is of you? When sunlight bends grass to the east And arcs to zenith in the sky? Mid-morning my love is not least Growing ever higher than high. When my shadows all disappear With the sun direct overhead? At the noon it’s you I revere More than I could have ever said. When warmed by the hours of light Each moment I have loved you more. The sun recedes into the night And I love you more than before. When light of the night are my dreams, Still loving a love that is real. I can love you more now it seems, And wake to recall how I feel. When is the best time of day to love you? No time is better than the rest. I love you no matter the time. For no time is better than best, True love is a love too sublime.
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