My Friend

I was drawn by the sun

The shining sun

Her head was the sun

Shining positivity

It drew me in


But as the days and months passed

Her head was kept up late

To the light of the moon

And the dark of the night

Her head was swaying


Eyes drooped

Her eyes do not see or reflect

The light of the sun

For she is tired

And working inside her heart


Now on that rare day

When I see the sun

On the days

When the rest has hit her eyes

In light


When I see that old sun

I smile from joy

For I see her

My old friend


A positive sun

In the darkness of seemingly

Constant night

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