The sun used to rise in your smile,
And the moon was the light in your eyes.
The stars were the whispers of your laughter,
And the wind carried your sweet sighs.
But the seasons change, and the skies turn gray,
And the sun sets on a love that's gone astray.
Now I search for you in the fading light,
But you're just a memory, a ghost in the night.

© matthewwwebster