He gave her light...
But it was too much
SUN
Were you always so blindingly bright?
You left swimming colors in my eyes,
And blinded me from everything else
So I called you the Sun.
You gave me bright smiles and clear skies,
welcoming arms,
comforting warmth
That I forgot
You would only scorch me in the end.
YOU ARE READING
a landing on the moon (and other stories)
PoesíaWe begin with the characters: the Moon and her phases, her beloved Sun, the planets, and the constellations that dot the night sky around her. And then we'll read about the eclipses, the supernovas, the aliens, and so much more. This is your chance...
