Motherly Moon (For Will)

He is the Sun who lights up her world, chasing the shadows away where they hide in vain.

She is the moon who returns his light when all is dark, painting him with his own glow.

Never forget that the moon is nothing more than a mirror; no artist on her own, but a natural, motherly instinct to splash light on the world when the Sun can't sleep alone.

If I am the moon, then you are my Sun, who I will follow to the end of the Earth as your silver mirror and pale reflection. There is no care greater, nor is there a friendship stronger than that of the brightest Sun and the motherly moon.