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
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