Sun, you tease too much
you came with warmth
I felt renewed, with hope
energised, bees bumbling,
the kiss of warmth gentle
on my face has gone away
like a moody lover, a child
put out at the word no
clouds hide you, as if
playing a game, wanting a cloak
I would not mind had you
not been gone so long
Be more like the Moon please
take a faithful journey,
he does not fail me, not fey
no teasing, just the gentle kiss
Published by Woodworkers of The World Unite