Old Friend

From the heavens you did descend by moonlight's thinly smile
to place your lighted touch in hearts, to know you for a while.
In sunrise rays and sunset gold we hearkened to your calls;
recited words in mellow tunes that shaped our very cores.

On crowded nights we'd stand and bow in rows perfectly straight.
In early hours we'd share a meal of milk and ripened dates.
The break of dawn begins the race; how fast a fast can be.
How fast the sun sets gently down, how fast your fast can leave.

And on this night, your visit ends as you leave us for the year.
We smile with hearts in broken shards as we clutch to hold you near.
I pray that I might see the day to greet you once again.
How fast your fast wipes fear away, how fast your visits end.