The Sun Stood Still

The sun stood still,
And marveled at her brilliant beauties
And it by great feats of will,
That stars don’t spirit her off to the skies.
I, the lone wolf, she, the shining moon
Tempest in passion seas, stirring up a monsoon.
The howling winds almost drowning her sensual voice,
Promising to be at my side again; soon….
When the sun rose at noon,
And I found myself back to my old ways.
Waiting until the next full moon
And then shall I call out; only to you