As the sun disappears behind the hills, I think of you. |
Night and Day by Marilyn Mackenzie The day turns to night And the sun hides, Disappears behind the hills. The horizon takes on colors, Secret colors that only appear Briefly at sunrise and sunset, Bright hues and muted ones. The Artist’s palette boasts Shades of blues and reds, Hues of pinks and oranges. Night sneaks in silently, And as the sun slowly sinks Below the distant hills, I think of you. The day turns to night And the sun hides, Disappears behind the hills. Birds speak their last chirpings, Squirrels romp no more. Left behind are shadows; gray colors Replace the splendor of the sunset. Mourn we the things we didn’t do; Hours have flown by once more N’er to be replaced. And as the moon slowly rises Above the distant hills, I think of you. The day turns to night And the sun hides, Disappears behind the hills. The fire crackles, colors imitating Those of glorious sunsets. Lonely lovers, no clinking glasses Raised in cheerful toasts of love. Separated are we by miles, Yet one in heart and spirit. When will we be united? And as the moon slowly rises Above the distant hills, I think of you. The night turns to day And the moon hides, Disappears behind the hills. The horizon takes on colors, Secret colors that only appear Briefly at sunrise and sunset, Bright hues and muted ones. The Artist’s palette boasts Shades of blues and reds, Hues of pinks and oranges. Day arrives boldly, And as the sun slowly rises, Above the distant hills, I think of you. In my dreams, I pat the bed beside me And plump the pillows on the bed. My thoughts, in my sleep, become dreams, And I long for the day we’ll be wed. |