The Sun Awakes

Silence murmers the days descent the sun's dying rays as it lays to rest it's yellow echos in orange array will not let go or turn the page Shaded crimson grips the dusk fades away in idyllic dust orbs absorb the ambers glow allured by pure antidotes The sun surrenders to an eerie moon I shall be here when you wake he whispers smooth Languid in his language the full moon scoffs the night means no light let your light be off The night falls as the angels did Mourning awake in the dawn of mist A full moon, creeps to crescent I told you, I am the shining presences