Angel Note

Angel Note
"If Music be the food of Love, Play on!" -- Wm. Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

Saturday, August 8, 2009

MY SUN, by Choral Responses, 1986

I used to think I owned the sun,
For every morning, at break of dawn,
It rose above its eastern shore

And shed its light upon my door.

Then every night at time of dusk
It set for me--I guest it must

Become dark enough for me to sleep.
I could think of no other reason but me.

Now I know better, now I am sure

That I don't own the sun (just the Earth).

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