When the sun set on my blazing love
And my sky was awash with blood
You were the first star on the horizon
You were the sliver moon of dim hope
When the dark snuffed out my tiny flame
And my world was plunged into black
You were the faint glow of the Milky Way
You were the luminescent moon of waxing faith
And when the night ends as it surely must
And my life is reborn to the day
You will be the warm rays of the new dawn
You will be the bright light of love’s zenith
— Wayne Visser