Astral Dance

The sun is golden, as it lights the world.
The moon is white, as it creeps the world.
They circle each other, never near.
For when it is each other, they fear.

The day turns to night, thy dance goes on.
The light, it leaves, but not always gone.
It is a dance of the astral's, neverending.

The sun, and the moon.
Nothing without each other.

A dance of the astral's, that gives us life.