You said today was cruel, and so tomorrow Would bring the same despair beneath the sky. As sunset burned, we chose to flee our sorrow And rode the clouds where mortal spirits fly. Beyond the sun we journeyed, seeking light, And there we met the moon in silver glow; She wept on us with tears of purest white, We pushed ahead through all her gentle woe. At last beyond the far horizon’s rim, The sun rose up again with golden fire; You laughed to see that strange yet never dim— How sunset and the dawn could both inspire: The end and the beginning looked the same, Both painted in the same celestial flame.
