The Sun, the Moon,
The Stars are three,
And somewhere, in between,
Is me.

I’m small, I’m weak,
True that may be;
But still I’m trying,
Just to see…

The Moon is brighter
Than the Sun
When night-time falls,
And we are one.

She holds me tight,
Like every day,
Even when I shout:
Go Away!

The Sun is rarer;
Cloudy skies
Are always causing
Quick goodbyes,

But when he comes,
I’m like a bird;
He shines for me,
Though rays are blurred.

A star appears
From time to time,
A twinkling heart,
Halo sublime…

Echoes the Sun,
Opposes Moon;
She sings a song,
I know the tune.

I’m small, I’m weak,
That may be true,
But still I’m hoping
To see through

The Sun, the Moon,
The Stars, all three,
To somewhere in between;
To me.