It makes me cry.....

it makes me cry when i meet you whether in the morning or in the evening,

the way you light the sky 

gives me hope everytime,

what words could i say

that have not already been said,

what prose could i compose

to convey you, great luminary of the sky,

and when i wink my eye at G-d acknowledging

his message,

you...

you....

remind me of whom am i.

shalom

Angelique