The Moons Child**
She sweeps the world
Like an old broom in a dusty corridor
If you slow your pace and take a breath
You will see
Her smile is anything but empty
Her emotions glimmer through her eyes
Like light filtering through glass
The Suns child radiates the light from every pore
She takes the warmth and shines like a diamond
The Moon’s child is cold and crushed
Serene and still
Yet she has such honest serenity
A patient understanding
She holds her ivory hand
To her heart then crosses her arms
Across her sweet chest
She smiles with reason
Her eyes are wide
She can feel the Earth
But she is the Ocean
The Moon’s child is deep and blue
To understand her you must seek deeper
For she exists in me
And she exists in you