Tell me where the Sunshine went
And why she won’t come back.
Whatever happened to the sticky little fingers
that would reach through the tree leaves to paint the sky?
The patter of little feet on the linoleum is gone.
The ***** smudges on the walls are all that’s left
of the child the Moonlight once was.
Before she grew tall, and thin, and shapely.
Before she lost herself in yesterday’s storm.
Now she stands above all, cold and untouchable,
as she watches over the stars.
Tell me where the Sunshine went
And why she won’t come back.
Why the night will never cease just like the rain,
as it courses over the Moonlight and masks her tears.
She cries for the Sunshine
that can no longer light the dark
as the stars streak across the sky,
imitating the comets they wish to be.
While the Moonlight stands, faux sunshine, and watches over the stars.
That smudge the walls as they glide across the linoleum.
The pitter-patter of their tiny feet echoing
through the tree leaves they reach through
with pudgy little fingers to paint the sky.
So tell me where the Sunshine went
And why she wont come back.