You Are The Sun

You are the sun;

filling every space with growth,

with renewal,

occupying the darkest of corners

with the brilliance of your being.

You are the sun

and I, the mere planets—

I float and spin endlessly around you,

in all your yellow glory

you shine brighter than

bleached teeth and painted smiles—

you rise above all else, glowing as would

the sun.

You are the sun;

your broad strokes of words warm

the inky blues of hours,

but your force shall never be tested,

for you seem to love

and live

one-thousand years in each advancing moment,

each fleeting memory.

You are the sun

in that everything would be lost

without you

and I, a planet,

could never function without your undimmed guidance

and agreeable vibrance,

and yet though the sun has no concept of her own impact

on the planets that surround her,

she only does good for others:

an unsuspecting, saintly presence

in a galaxy reliant on her life.