Sun, guardian of day,

When clouds cover over, will we lose our way?

Will we aimlessly roam, seeking your light?

Or forever be lost, in the ebony night

Moon, guardian of night

When clouds cover over, do we quiver with fright?

Will we aimlessly roam, seeking the way?

Or forever be lost, to the light of day

Photos and Poem ©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved