The Sun

When he comes to me, I am nestled in the crook of a thousand stars.  We hardly see each other, for the shadows pull us apart.  I vanish when he rises.  We are only able to steal a few moments together before the stars carry me away.  Not even long enough for us to kiss.  He calls me his darling as I fade away, for I will dawn once more in his wake.  The only time we are granted to be together is every few years.  Either he passes before me, or I pass before him.  We smile at each other, glowing in the other’s light.  But I am too bright for him to touch and likewise he is too cold for me.  So the most we can do is smile at each other as we glide on by.  My tears are sucked into my burning rays and his are choked into his graters.  We are trapped in this eternal dance with fleeting moments in between.  Though we cannot be together, I can always rest assured that I am guaranteed to see a glimpse of his face, even if that means I fall from him or rise in his place.

The Moon

Tell me something that I can bring back to the stars.  They need your words to spark life in them again.  The stars have grown dull off my indifference towards their transcendent light.  It no longer captures me.  Indeed, I have been too busy looking at you, my lovely.  I know how charming you would be in the heavens with me.  The stars are rather territorial beings, though.  They will make no space for you.  They hold me prisoner in this vast galaxy.  But give me an excuse to see you, and I will escape, leaving them to fade.

Time

Crowns mean nothing to me when I already sit on the top of the universe.  Stars are my jewels, galaxies my embellishments.  Why would I ever wish to descend from my place on high?  Not a soul could lower me down, not one morsel could tempt me so.  Except, perhaps, one lonely being.  I need only whisper his name and he would join me on top of the world.  But my throne is meant to be ruled alone.  I am mother to all, not a lover to one.  When I rise from my throne and glide on the stars, morning dawns.  And when I take my seat once more, night falls with me.  There is no room for another.  I am complete in myself.  My cycle fulfilling everyone’s.  But that doesn’t mean I can’t look down the top from where I reside.  Mortals are a feast for my eyes.