We are so different
And so nuclear
He, the sun,
Shining brilliantly
Loved by all
He is golden and warm
And the summer incarnate

I, the moon,
I am distant
And echo with cold
Very few stay to watch me
But those who do feel the glow
I am silver and fluorescent
But filled with craters

I do not know how the winter
Will deal with summer's return
I hope we survive
I hope he does not realise
That my cold
Could eclipse
His warmth
I hope I do not burn
Beneath his brilliance

I await spring
And it's harmony