day changes

at the stroke of twelve a new day starts
and the old one slips away
but there is a constant that remains
and holds chaos in check

each day your love rises with the sun
each wind carries the sound of your voice
as you call my name
and your tears wet the sky

each evening your sighs brush my hair
wisping cool on my face
as sun drops to reveal the night
your arms wrap me safely

you are the constant, my friend
whose love takes me through
another 24 and crossing the line
to another day changing
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