To: The Sun… With Love.

Maybe I’m a fool
Repeatedly
Inviting the sun to shine at night,

But I can hardly help myself
See

And, I’m not even sure it’s not right.

So, for the now I’ll pine,
Prayerful, content,
Knowing the dawn must be “soon.”
Not knowing, really,
What that even meant,
But thanking Him for this moon.