My heart like the sun

burns with love and warmth.

Gives life, gives hope, gives light,

when gone only darkness- but then

the moon reflects its beauty

My soul is the moon.

The New Moon hides as

I hide my soul- safe and closed

Then the stars shine more brightly

The stars are my spirit.

The sun rises, the sun shines high, the sun sets,

The moon reflects, waning away,

Stars remind me, the darker the sky, the brighter they shine.

I am made of stars, and the stars are made of me.

~ RoxyJaecks