the sun so sure he seems and shines so bright

the golden jewel, cuts shadows like a knife

“he will bring day and save us from the night!”

say those who do not not know of his true strife.

just half of his story can be observed

when Earth turns round, eyes close and lights go down

the sun has thoughts which still cannot be heard

he ruminates in chilly space, he frowns.

lost in the great unknown, the sun can’t see

his light, that which he gave so we may live;

floating in the absence of what he needs

selfless, the sun knows solely how to give.

along came she in silv’ry stellar blur

bearing humbly a meaningful mirror.