would ever a poet plead a point!
see what symbols seek to say;
what warmth is there with fear,
when love’s light wins the day—
were you ever abandoned—
who could hide from your fire,
and with the world on your side,
what would they ever desire—
you’ll radiate from far
when your focus is true,
so may true-sight unite
every heart beating pure.
can a man shun the sun
by shutting the eyes in his head,
and while its light burns,
and turns his sight bright red?
watch the moon meet her match
with each stage of time;
beaming, strong with honor,
for forever you shine—
now, you might say the sun always outshines the moon,
but then a poet might smile and say you spoke too soon—