I used to cry as I compared myself to the moon
For the one’s who praise the loudest, praise the sun at noon
I always wanted to be praised, like the sun
But I am more the light when the day is done.
Now I smile quietly, when I think of it
It isn’t something I regret, not even the slightest bit.
For while the sun in orange hues rises brilliantly
and dies in purple and pink hues dramatically
the moon is content to rise while people watch the sun die
Content to shine, while the world says goodnight and goodbye.
Content to smile on the few that see her alone
The dreaming, loving, poetic souls all on their own
sending their wishes to the moon’s calming shine
And listening to her whisper “Everything will be fine.”
Just a random thought I had while on the swings last night. It’s been a while since I updated, so I thought I’d share this with you. (=