The Sun
Keeps getting into relationship with
The Moon
Basking dancing in
Its mystical magical Light
Which keeps turning out to be a reflection of
The Sun
The moon
An empty shadow
Without that Light
Feeding it
I have been told too often
That I am too much
And I keep ending up with
Those who are not enough
Compensating
Filling up the empty space
In you
Between us
The Sun
A ball of Glorious blazing Energy
Its nature Feeding Nurturing
Making things open unfold grow
Its heat causing entropy
Shape shifting transforming
The Sun
A woman
Who also needs nourishing
Who burns out
If she is constantly extending
Above beyond
So I am just looking now
For the man
who is beaming
his own Light
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