Open Your Eyes

Open your eyes, your retinas are fine.

Stare at the sun, you won't be blind.

If you can see, why don’t you believe,

That there is more light, than your eyes can receive.

The sunrise flies, and brings the dawn,

The scorching star, burns away the wrongs.

The blinding light, would make you blind,

Well maybe your eyes, but clearly not mine.

Search the horizon, for the elusive sun,

I’m getting worried, night has been too long.

The Moon is a substitute, just trying to make it through,

Like a substitute from school, the moon doesn’t know the rules.

Moon cannot replace the sun, no matter how hard she tries,

Blindly follows vague directions, rising meekly in the sky.

Then relief comes from the East, Sun is finally coming,

The sky is immediately bright, the Spring season is warming.

Moon inquires of the Sun, why it was that he was late,

Sun explains his Winter sleep, is why he’s barely awake.

Sun is slow to ascend, he reaches noon at 9:00pm,

As he begins his descent, the Moon meets with him again.

Moon asks the sun a question, of why he moving so slowly,

Sun replies with a smile, that he’s too nervous to march boldly.

Moon is inspired and uses  rope, ties them both as a tether.

Sun and Moon both leave my view, down below the sky together.