• You are the Sun, burning brilliantly -
    Distributing your light, having your rays unknowingly kiss my cheek;
    I embrace your warmth.

    The wild butterflies erupt at your presence,
    but burn away in the shadows.
    They do not touch your sight.

    Ashes to dust,
    Heart in hand, pushing towards your grace.
    My hope, is for your eyes to be my spot light,
    But you are looking for the Moon
    and I am another star.