I used to think I was the sun
Golden brown and strong
A fiery tower of talent, passion and power
Blazing through the night, redefining the day
And you? You were the moon
Pale and silent, waiting, timidly
to encroach on my space.
With patience you reflected my glory back out into the opaque curtains
that wrapped the stars
Until I returned.
Yet now, as I rest on the other side
Of this turbulent hemisphere
I see that our places are interchangeable
In fact, they were never determinant.
We were two suns, blazing brightly
Except now, I can see you clearer
I can watch you shine out the brighter
And realise – you are stronger, more passionate, more powerful
In your own, sunburnt, star fire way
That is just you.
Slow, steady and constant.