moon



He's what ends the piercing light

When time ends day, he brings night



He is apathy

Only you can see

He is the bat

Hiding behind a tree



He is the cold

That came with the winter

He is the blood

At the tip of a splinter



If he was a heart

He would be broken

If he was the words

He wouldn't be spoken



If life was a piece of wood

He would be the knife

If he was a sword

He would end your life



He is the tear

If you should cry

He is the needle

In your eye



He's what hides behind the light

And comes out at night



He's what whittles away

At the ending day



He is the silence

At the end of a call

He is the sadness

Of it all



He is the ditch

That once was a niche





light



She is a melody

A beautiful tree

She's not the apathy

But a love that is free



She is a heart

That's not broken

She is the words

That will be spoken



She brings the sun

In the beginning of May

She is the happiness

That lights up the day



She will not run and will not hide

She is not the hole that is open wide

She has not cried



She is not a piece of wood

That can splinter

She knows not cold

In the dead of winter



She's no secret that you can keep

She's not the one to make you weep



Skies that were gray

She turns blue

She is the one

You always knew



If you opened your eyes

And looked at the sky

She would be there

To say good-bye.



Without the light, there is no moon

Light is happiness, the other is doom