You say I'm the sun
But I don't think it was meant to be
A worn out cliche
Because when I think about the sun
It's not only golden, warm, and bright
The way we like to think of it as a metaphor for the people who change our lives
It's distant. Completely out of reach
If we flew too close we'd burn
So it lies, not too far away
But not too close
To give us life and sustain it
And while we wait through the long winters
Until it's rays can touch us again
That's where you come in
Beautiful night, you're breathtaking
Sometimes I wait all day just to be in your presence again
You're quiet, still, and have so much to say
But you're ashamed
You think you don't shine enough
But all I want to be is the moon
Absorbed in expansive blackness
Forever free, waxing and waning
Glowing in brilliant fullness
Before going absent
Cycling through your eons, your cold mystery
You're my absence and my presence
My demons and my lessons
You with your raven wings
Could soar so much higher than you realize
If you only recognized your beauty
Your purpose
So please don't paint yourself white
Keep teaching
Keep making blood boil and hearts break open
Keep breaking mirrors
Keep shattering those illusions
Because my love, without you
I wouldn't have a reason to shine
I would be a constant
Forgettable and taken for granted
And if I shined, well
The world would be blind
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