The moon and I have always known
I was not meant for the sun.
Pale as her, I burn.
Craters on her skin, and so mine.
She relies on others’ light to shine
and I need them too.

The sun does not resent.
Rays reaching out, he embraces
you and me, all encompassing warmth.
His tender kisses upon our skin,
evidence of his love. Willingly, he gives
the greatest gift, the ability to phase
into who we want to be.

You waltz in dusk and dawn,
watching over all. I see you,
parents of the Earth. Someday,
I’ll return the gifts
you gave to me.

See you there,
at the end
of the universe.