linda m crate

what sky?

i think people want me

to be the sun,

but i am the moon;

 

a light that can be found

even in the dark

 

i go through phases—

 

magical and mystical

full of secrets and wounds,

mercurial and deep;

i command oceans to kiss

softly or roar in hurricanes—

 

i don't grow flowers,

but my gaze upon them is soft;

 

i am the moon

always in pursuit of her sun—

i wonder what sky they're in,

for i long to be there; too.

 

i never know about the sun

the sun can be kind,

but i think most don't realize

how cruel the sun can be;

 

the light can be a mockery

of your worst moments—

 

laugh in the face

of your pain,

simply be too bright when

all you needed was a

day of rain;

 

it is why i will always prefer

the moon—

 

she has never been cruel

to me,

has taught me i am beautiful

in all of my phases;

that i always carry light even

when i don't feel whole—

 

the moon has seen me crying,

and spilled light through my window

so i knew i wasn't alone in this universe;

 

the moon loves me—

i never know about the sun.

 

i want to shine again

suns and moons should

always dance together

in the sky,

 

but i am a moon without

her sun;

 

i simply want to dance

within the songs

of clouds—

 

i see all the other suns

and moons together,

it makes my heart happy;

but i feel a small twinge

of jealousy and i wonder if

there isn't something terribly

wrong with me sometimes—

 

i know we all have different

timelines and journeys,

but i feel like i have faded into

obscurity even within myself;

 

i want to shine again.