Stolen From The Sun Poem by Timothy Weiermann

The light in our hearts,
Is stolen from the moon
Scarred thorough with the marks
Of failing attempts to woo

Seeking for love,
Rising again
Fleeing like a dove
Yet returning like a friend

Stolen from the sun
Our joyous days are
But for eternal light
You’ll have to seek far

Seeking that peace,
The bliss given to few
All the pain would cease,
Without me giving it to you

Stealing from the stars
Stealing their eternal light
Hiding our scars
Praying for what might

Praying for what might be
Praying for what we’ve sought to seek

The light in our hearts,
Is stolen like the moon
Scarred thorough with the marks
Of failed attempts to woo