Meant To Be

Sometimes my thoughts are loud,
Almost like thunder.
Sometimes I wonder,
if the moon can hear them,
when it’s late at night,
And the wind doesn’t sing,
The sun cannot bring-
it’s blazing, vivid light,
To cover the moon’s gentle night.
The stars can agree,
they know what’s meant to be.
Is it truly meant to be, if we can’t see?
Or so the sun says.