And the sun was never an option

 I often forget my moon
as she shines
night after meandering night

as I walk the false paths
they whisper beneath my tread
to make each step a journey
to waste my sight on shadowed nooks
and in the grip of the darks solace
tear my gaze from the light
that shines on every way home

and find eternity in the sharp snap
of the supple thing
that just broke beneath me
until in the leathers glossy tears
I see my moons fading light
and with each step
the sound of chains
remind me
that she is bound to her world
as I am to mine
she can no more fall than I can fly
and though I might bask
in her silver shadow
it will never warm me