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

Happy

A positive sun

In the darkness of seemingly

Constant night

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