to see me

not as a body ripe for

harvesting

but as moonlight

an unwavering glow

 

no, not the moon

for she waxes and wanes

but the steadiness

of the sun

a constant

 

not reliable or

responsible

but prone to bursts

of fire

 

by times hidden

yet you know she is there.

 

To be your sunlight,

to warm you

guide you

to have you

seek me.

 

© Niamh 8/11/2011