The moon wasn't made
to thrive in the day.
She's reflected there,
but is always overshadowed
by the blazing, awful glare
of the overwhelming sun
who drives her into night
thinking that she's hidden
but the darkness is her world
and she shines among the diamonds.


Prompt: Write about a day moon. (from A Writer's Book of Days)

1 comment:

DarkMaiden said...

I like this one a lot :)