Sometimes I feel like we are the sun and the moon,
chasing each other around the curve of the earth,
occupying the same sky for only short moments as one fades into slumber as the other gathers strength to rise,
always separated by long hours and the turning distance of the world…

Am I the moon? waxing and waning, quiet and feminine?
And you the sun? with your impressive brilliance, untamed energy and masculinity?
Though, other times, it could be the opposite…
your desire to hide your face and ability to sit in the darkness…
and me, who does not know how to sleep, or how to hold back…

Perhaps it is impossible to know who is who until we are able to gaze at each other, face to face, in the same sky…

Perhaps we are merely fixed points, cycling through different costumes and roles as we whirl across the heavens…

Perhaps there is nothing more separating us than the hesitation to reach across the distance and open fully to the other…

Perhaps it is only a dream…

waking or sleeping…

a fantasy of desire…