The evening cool awakens
passing days elusive spirits
with no need for that sun's hot-headed face.
They revel in the mystical
and have no fear of shadow
for they know the darkness as a holy place.
Their nocturnal take on science
is their personal defiance,
They play and love
and morning comes too soon.
Laughing at the sun, Sailing with the moon.
She knows the Spring by blossoms scent,
and the Autumn by the wind,
and knows you best by possibility.
She hears your heart in your voice
and knows your mood in your step;
The grace of one who does not need to see
to see.
Cutting through the interference,
unswayed by mere appearance.
With the sense to sense when all's in tune.
Laughing at the sun, Sailing with the moon
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