i think the sun and the moon share a special type of love,
it seems only in the moments during blue light do they finally get to meet,
in the blue dawn just before the sun rises he speaks to her,
and with the setting sun he says goodbye before the night sweeps,
with grace, she waxes and wanes,
she awaits him,
turning seas for him,
appearing in the morning and evenings in chance she sees him,
she does not see when he scorches the earth,
nor has she ever looked into the sun with open eyes,
he may be the light to her darkness but he is a blazing fire,
but little does she know her powers.