Windy Is The Sun No More

Windy is the sun no more      
the waiting game is over and      
I am perplexed as to how it all started…        
      
she describes me as      
illiterate, a fair enough excuse      
for lying to project onto me, but      
I am no-one but the moon with my      
changing seasons and strong tidal      
powers.  Wrought over eons to be,      
how can I not be now?        
      
Windy is the sun no more -      
when the flares of fire      
have ceased their cosmic journeying      
better to accept the waters of      
change, than to keep company      
with a dying fire.