"Tell me the sun doesn't shine when I am gone." She said softly, eyes looking up, earnestly at him.

"But it does, my dear, the sun shines all day long. And I am like the weary moon, who misses your warmth on those cold, dark nights. "

Something’s been dislodged
by a happy day.
My words again feel
free to float.
The playing with new friends
brought understanding,
and warmth
to melt that ice
in my throat.

I managed to find the beauty, buried beneath your pain; your little bit of sunshine, life had buried; though its possession you retained.

Oh, how your skin glows yellow,
as the sun glides along with your exterior shell,
oh, how you smile under the light of natures true beauty,
freckles glistening while the wind moves your hair,
oh how I look at your beaming face and smile
remembering how beautiful it is to you know you,
to watch you blossom,
my sweet little child,
feel that sunshine that is also inside,

I thought I knew the sun.
I thought I had it tamed.

When it looked dim and weak,
I’d just blow on the flames.

But now my faith is shaken -
perhaps I was mistaken.

It seems the sun has ghosted me.
I miss those rays that roasted me.