She stands waiting for the green man to show, so she can cross the road; she looks up to the sun and it’s when the sun starts a conversation with her weary eyes.
The sun: “You have been watching the night more often these days?”
Her eyes: “Yes I just can’t close; her mind is disabling me to do”
The sun: “I wish I could shine at night for her but a control on that I haven’t got”
Her eyes: “She prays a lot to God, to able her to sleep in peace as before”
The sun: “I’ll pray for her as well; I’ll pray to see my reflection on her face again with every rising I do”
Her eyes: “Sorry but I have to inform her that the green man has arrived; see you later”
The sun: “Soon I hope”






