A new sun rises on my day
And burns the darkest night
A new leaf turns in my book
With the quill eager to write
A new tune comes across the breeze
From a lute that shed its dust
A new canvas ever so eager
For a bold stroke of the brush
The glass has held its wine
Awaiting the soothing sip
The mirage eluded for long
The parched, but deserving lip
I stand at this turn in the road
With my arms stretched to thee
Come, my Sun, be my light
My poet, my song, and my forever friend
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