LOVERS:

When daylight cracks the sky with a smile,

Then the sun comes out to play for a while,

When the sun´s daily playing is all but done,

And he is weary with having all of his fun,

He then beckons his greatest love, the moon,

And with a tender kiss, he makes her swoon,

There is the briefest moment within their time,

When holding hands, over ocean´s mauve brine,

And waltzing over far flung horizons they go,

To the ancient tunes of sweet tide´s ebbing flow.