No More Night

The hours dissolve into the shadows deep
as darkness rises o’er the shine of day,
though earth should try the setting sun to keep
a blood red glow the only sign to stay.
For though the stars are beautiful and bright,
and though the moon assurances would give
no twilight wonder can provide the light
which gives to man the surety to live.
For when the sun is shining overhead
we think not on the brevity of time;
but in the night we’re closest to the dead
and from this grave our souls are quick to climb.
But I have something that will see me through-
I have my sun whenever I have you.