The crimson sun and golden leafs
sparkle on a gentle thoughtful breeze;
a pale moon shines in the east
as your lipsticked evening smile
falls beyond the horizon of my dream.
In my night your moon is bright
attended by a million stars;
that moon is near and stars so far
I feel so small as I watch them all
alone in the silence before the dawn.
And in the east a ray of hope
a shaft of light dispelling night;
as a wisp of your golden hair
resting on my pillow of tears.
You had not gone you still lie here
and your light had lit my dreams.
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