Therese Gramercy . . . the girl named Trees

Bright Sunset

Night & Day

How dark is the night?
I’ll tell you that depends,
on whether I must face it alone,
or if you are holding my hand.

How bright is the day?
I’ll tell you that varies as well,
for it is grey and cloudy in your absence,
and grows sunny with your smile.

Your love turns the sun,
and also the moon,
every day and each night,
your love brightens my gloom.