'Sun'

Written on 9-24-09

The Sun is fire.

Fire destroys everything in its path.

It makes me miserable.

I praise the Sun by ignoring it.

When I ignore it, it seems to go away.

I prefer the moon.

The cooling and quiet moon.

I love the night and so does it.

Surrounded by little stars.

Twinkling the night away.

Then there’s the Sun.

No stars. Just the Sun.

Then at night, the light of the moon

Shines through the clouds.

The Sun just blinds you.

The Sun makes things go away.

Rain and Snow.

The moon watches quietly as it falls to the ground.

The moon keeps memories, the Sun does not.

Why should I praise something

That takes memories away.

Some good, some bad.

But still memories.