Sometimes the eye of heaven
stares at me as if he has something to tell.
Thus making me wonder if I should smile,
wave to him, and maybe say hello.
He searches me like the moon
which he’s been dying to see for ages.
And when the wind is harsh and cold
he kisses my skin with his warm lips,
til I lose all my senses.
Sometimes he shines like wood on a fire,
which makes everyone draw back from the frame.
But that doesn’t change the fact
that he is a loving and caring friend.