The day is of yellow rays,
dappled with white clouds,
it speaks from the time he wakes up,
till the time his eyes shut.
He is everything.
The moon is only a mask for the sun,
as you look up to it's face,
holding up your hand to caress the cheek of beauty,
when he's sleeping I'll be gentle,
He is everything and my moon.
Warm breezes blow on shoulders,
willow branches cape over blue eyes,
green and yellow blend with thin leaves,
arms stronger than the branches of any tree,
wrapping around me and his warm breath on my shoulders,
He is everything.
The day is of yellow rays,
The moon is only a mask for the sun,
Warm breezes blow on shoulders,
He is my love.
He is my everything.
