My fingers grip the emptiness

That fills my lungs with life.

As the warmth that used to fill my side,

Slowly steps aside.

Shivers go up my spine as shadows take my sight,

But I trust the silver rivers,

To guide my way back to light.

Just as my eyes adjust to the dark world around me,

The moon waves farewell,

The sun taking her place.

Chasing her,

Always running after her.

Never giving up,

Never letting down.

And even though he may never catch her,

He never gives up the hope that one day,

He will hold her.