he is magnificent
whether he has just shown up,
or he has just left,
everyone turns their head
to look for him

people dance under his gaze,
they blush and redden
at his touch
and he gives
without ever receiving

by the time i arrive,
and by the time i leave,
few will have noticed

there is no dancing,
but I hear many secrets
i watch as lovers
lose and find each other
again and again
i hear their whispers and prayers
when they are all
alone

he is the Sun,
and i the Moon

he is adored, celebrated
i am acknowledged
i accept this

because no matter how much
they look to him,
he is always looking
to me

no matter how emotional
i may become,
no matter how much
i may change
by night,
he will always be looking
at me,
because he loves me

and to love someone,
is to make them shine