to see me

not as a body ripe for


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


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