The sun is an arrogant thing, always leaving the world behind when it tires of us.

The moon is a loyal companion.

It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.

Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.

There's a line dividing  you and me
It felt like an impossibility
That something could break me so easily
To leave my bones sore and my eyes leaking

Small, I feel small in a room with you
Insignificant, alone, dismounted from anything I was
My chest squeezes with the pressure of tears building
My head swarms with images

Take it all away from me
To take a blade would be so easy
To derail this pain with blood
To unleash this growing flood
It would be so easy

Trees bend beneath the lazy wind strokes,
Snow flakes twinkling in the twilight glow,
Spring was near, but winter awoke
Destined t'was the phantom Snow

He lay his head along the grassy lands
In frosty, bitten slumber
He wisks away summers lush with his hands
And briskly sits upon his throne of December

Oh phantom Snow with his long iridescent strands of silken hair
And eyes fairest of blue
No woman, man, nor God compares
To the beauty that is you

He chuckles amused by words of flattery
Hubris in his winter might
"Allow me, to show thee,
A wicked snowy sight!"

He rose tall and sharp with an icy glare
And stepped down from his throne
He didn't see his brother Summer there
Awaiting to steal his home

"I am the king of the lands,
My winds blow near and far
Give me thy mortal hand
And I'll show you the winter stars"

In laughter the mortal took his hand
Chills slithering down her spine
Summer cackled, everything had gone according to plan
"Alas the throne is mine!"

Snow stepped out side with a grin in place
His heart still cold as ice
The mortal girl with a pretty face
Was now his to entice

The mountains of snow impressive in size
Dripped from dawning heat
Snow spun from the girl as he realized
That Summer stole the defeat

Summer grinned at his brother with an awful sting
Knowing what he had stole
Little did he know his little brother Spring
Was waiting for his plan to unfold

What words do I write?
I put them down, but are they right?
Do they paint the picture, give you sight?
Do these words empower, give you might?
Do they illuminate, give you some light?
Do they cling on, hold you tight?

What message do I send?
Do these words make sense, are the pretend?
Do these words give you hope, give strength to lend?
These words are in my mind, they are my only friend.

These words are my blood upon a sheet
They're where reality and imagination meet
They are my defenders, my enemies they defeat
Without these words my heart would retreat

But do they make sense, when they fall upon foreign eyes
Do you feel my pain, my love, do you realize
That these words are my soul not my lies