Mourning Has Broken
Then, sinking to her knees, the moon
Softly, she wept for the world
she had grown to love.
With dedication and honor
had she watched it by night,
keeping the darkness at bay
while its stewards slept.
What happened to their diligence
and care for their world?
Softly she whispered her pleas
of desperation to their souls.
“Wake up,” she sighed,
her tears falling on the morning.
The brilliant sun laughed at her,
his light burning away the sorrow.
He, as foolish as the sleeping
sheep beneath his burning light,
Living only in the moment of
his bright and brilliant smile.
In the shadows does she pray
for their ignorance and loves them still.
The cruel sun will burn until it
goes out in a blaze of glory
she knows she shall be left alone,
a cold, black stone to wander aimlessly
How she will miss its perfect gift……
Remember, the moon is always there, just blocked by the sun’s brilliant light……