The sun knows not its greatness A graceful spiral Through the universe Sitting atop the baubled pine Tinsel flowing down, delicate curved lines, A symbol of joy Burning through shadows Leaving memories adorned with her presents. Oblivious to her influence. Explosive potential, Elegant existence. Melting hearts over time With little resistance.
In a moment I’m reflective of her spirit I the moon to her sun One blessed by her choice to give it An endless dance around the planet Chasing our moments of eclipse Our closest moments Almost lips to lips My spirit shifts. My north star of the daylight, Break through clouds in the night. A site for sore eyes A silo for my cries Bright colours and a slow rise. A fight for the midday sun
Though sometimes forgotten, She is and always has been A star amongst stars
Cameron Tayor 