I was looking for the sun; my brightest star.
I was looking for the one, near and far.
I spent days, weeks, months, and years.
With my faith slowly turning into fear.
I wanted to give up and let out a cry,
But then, I saw in the dark night sky.
A figure smiling down, warm and true,
I may not have found my sun, but I have found my moon.
Sharmi