The sun
bright, hot, distant,
pain in your heart
you're falling a part.
You long for the night
with the moon.
Bright, cold, close.
During the day
you hide your pain.
Fear to weep.
When the sun
finally fades away,
and the moon
looms above you,
comforting you.
You release your pain
in a flood of tears.
The moon never hurts you
it never mocks you.
Just listens to you
as you silently cry,
never asking why.
It smiles down on you.
While the sun would
give you a burning,
uncaring stare.
The stars twinkle
with understanding.
Your pain fades.
And you peacefully sleep
knowing that at least
the moon heard you weep.