Who moved the moon...

avoid, yet to
comfort the sun
the soul purpose
for why I return
these words
to show I yearn
for the light
missed
while I
kissed by sight
insisted to be...
I was blind
by the write
of my life
and still
my heart grew
and in forth
chose you
standing
to rise again
"imagining"
as we met
before there
above a world
after time began...
"an instrument"
of god etched
over land
what lay in love
upon our skin

"her eyes are on..."

and so
Who moved the moon....