Where does the sun go when she sets?
She gently pulls the curtain
Softly turns out the light
And whispers a sublime, “Goodnight”
Where does she go when she recedes?
She sparks a gorgeous flame
Sets the skyline aglow
Then takes off till her morning show
She is prompt; she leaves on the dot
Maybe she has some appointments
Her evening gowns are golden red
Maybe she attends fancy balls
She doesn’t linger after hours
Maybe she visits more places
Explores the galaxies
And illumines other faces
Where does she go when she retreats?
She bids the world a warm adieu
Hollers a “See you soon!”
And sends us, the resplendent moon.
But, where does she hide at eventide?