I toss words into the wind
And he exhales sound and rhythm

I have spent so much time
thinking I was the moon.
But now I wonder 
if I am the sun
I rise over the horizon
draped in pink silk
and orange ribbon.
He is the night sky
so open, so limitless
I once thought I was the moon
changing, ever adapting
but now I realize
I am steady
I rise and fall, unwavering.
I am a muse
I am on fire.