The Moon Without His Sun

He reached out his hand at the dark blue sky,

Where the moon bled profusely and cried.

The sun was nowhere to be found,

Causing the moon to look vulnerable for everyone's eyes to see.

“Where has she wandered off to this time?”

The moon repeatedly asked anyone who walked by.

No one knew.

He wondered why his love had gone by.

and a gush of wind whispered in his ear.

Once she has found what she is looking for on her own,

she will come back and share what the world has taught her with you.

Be patient.

She has not stopped loving you.

She will only begin to love herself.