Thoughts of the moon

I glanced across a field of flowers I saw her sitting by

I must admit it was hard to see her past her brilliant light

Though she seemed a world away I was still touched by her warmth inside

How could it be? She had gone from me and all the worldly sights

But there she stood ever so bright and true

I tried to think of what to say but no words seemed to do

Finally it came to me to ask her for her name

When I did she smiled at me, my heart She set a flame

Though my names are plenty, I’ll give but only one

As I rise so you fall,they call me, the Sun

-K.W.