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 winds of    
change, than to keep company    
with a dying fire.