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.
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