In Movements Of The Sun by Eurlantae

In movements of the sun- I see
A yellow paper fantasy
That heralds day and conjures night
And moves my life before its sight.

I wonder what the future holds?
The yellow paper does unfold
To show a picture, never clear,
Of what is good and what to fear.

Of all the questions ask by man,
Like Truth and Right and Divine Plan
It's Love whose answer echoes true.
And love is what I've found in You...