Sun

Sun
 
When I was a kid,  
thought I was the moon,
cold and hard and detached,  
then perhaps a cloud,  
heady with rain,
drowning everyone,  
now I think perhaps
I am the Sun,  
have always been the Sun,
everything shifting,
everyone connected through
an ancient gravitational heart
who tethers all, tirelessly,
keeping everything steady,
burning continuously,  
every planet
and every moon by proxy
following the mother path,  
an incandescent mother
sending out her strength,  
and you, my love,  
are a planet,
a glorious, delicious planet,  
wholely unique.
You are a lifeblood,  
a magnificent wonderment.  
I see it now,  
somehow I have always been the Sun,
trying to keep it all together,  
moving, and now
can respect the weight
of that importance,
take on the weight
of that importance completely,
retract from another
rash, solar flare,  
with reverence,
and care for those
I stabilise.
 
Stare out  
at the many millions  
of light licked stars,
acknowledging the gravity  
of this magnificent existence.