The way

that

the

sky

tenderly

holds

up

the clouds

even

when

they

storm

furiously

across

his

gentle

surface

a pellucid

background

always

allowing

the stars

to shine

brighter

than

him

cradling the moon

in his arms

when she’s

waning

and holding

her

up

proudly

for the whole world

to see

when

she’s

full

wearing the sun

as

a

crown

without

ever

asking

for more

than

simply

being

allowed

to

love.

— (For C.) A love letter.

© Liezel Graham 2018.