• I am the moon
    and she the sun.
    My light is weak, a bare imitation
    of her overwhelming glory.

    The spheres learn to hate
    themselves, with that comparison.


    I am the moon
    and she the sun
    and when you gaze upon her face
    with such adoration

    I pale in the sky
    to a grey crescent.


    I am the moon
    and she the sun
    and though the stars would comfort me
    I know they've never seen her shine.

    You only ever wake for her
    When have you looked at me?


    I am the moon
    and she the sun
    My emotions are water on your sands
    my face a constant source of change.

    She can no more stop shining bright
    then I could shine to rival her yellow glare.


    I am the moon
    and she the sun
    and when she burns you
    as all stars will

    I will cool your reddened face
    and whisper like willow leaves.