I find it odd
we never speak to the sun
but have always chatted with the moon
wished on stars flirted with rainbows
asked clouds for many things
rain great sunsets summer shade
so powerful and changeless
so hot and bright we seem
to scuttle with heads down
under that ball of burning light
or stick to the safety of shadows
of course after it sets
well past midnight and into
the early morning hours
the sleepless miss it terribly
and each time they crack an eye
awaken the darkness dozing
around the edge of the curtains
with the same question
Have you seen her yet?
Have you seen her yet?
Have you seen her yet?