The wind is the answer
I live above a star, and yet I never burn, I have eleven neighbors, and yet none of them turn, I am visited in sequence, first, last or in between, PRS (& sometimes Q) are my initials, Now, tell me what I mean.
She so peaceful, yet causes fear Him so bright and full of cheer She rests the body, he wakes the soul Him so light, she black as coal Her with mole and tiny bright freckles He covers us with tiny tear speckles She hides us, he beams with pride He her husband, she his bride He in bright silk, her all in velvet A yin-yang marriage as they tell it Two lovers who meet but twice a day When he must go, she need stay Now I ask you, who are they?
