A thousand words are whispered on the beauty of your form,
promises of devotion are created and sworn.
A million gazing souls look to your heart,
everyone seeing distance as being too far.
You are so much more than beauty so much more than light,
It is not your soul purpose to bring vision to the night.
They stop, they gaze and pause in time,
for the moons glorious shine.
They point and wonder where did she hide?
At this new beauty they suddenly find.
But you are so much more than light that illuminates our sky,
Your purpose makes the truest soul cry.
They lay in bed whilst days tick past
wondering how long this moon will last.
As waves crash upon the shore
and moon dust sprinkles to the floor.
And you are all and you are one
as is growth to the blazing sun.
Karen Hayward ©2015.Image and words.