The Moon & the Sun
You're like the sun.
Golden and wonderful; people line up to see you, to touch you, to be in the glow you emanate so purely.
I find myself wanting to be in this line, part of the crowd which you work so hard for, who work so hard for you.
But I am not one of them.
I am the moon, absorbing your light, always hiding where people don't see me.
I emerge when you are sleeping, when your glow is resting for the next day, for the crowd and the cheers of tomorrow.
I borrow your glow then, letting it reflect off the surface and light the darkness while you rest.
I am the silent guardian who protects you. The one you will never see, the one who is forever forgotten in your shadow.
The sun must always rise and I must fade away.
I am not meant to stand beside you, but just behind you.
I am the silent protector, the light in the dark.
You are meant for so much more than shadows and secrets.
Which is why I remain silent, though I know you would give everything up to hide in the dark with me.
I cannot let you.
For no matter how fast or how hard the sun may chase the moon, the moon is always just a touch away.
And nothing can change that.
Even if the moon wants the sun, too.