Reflectionz

That cannot be the sun,
it has to be the moon I'm looking right at it,
no shades at all
naked,
something tells me God is there,
so I look for a face,
in the silvery reflection of the sun I see my own,
I am a reflection of that light,
how can I not be, right?
even when its dark
those clouds consume me
and keep me warm
until I return to that essence
when I've passed on