Head in the Sky

I wish to speak with the Sun.
I want to understand how he can
Be so happy all the time on his own.
I wish to understand how
He can stay so warm and bright
Even when the clouds are hiding him.
I try to comprehend how he can
Keep going on when he knows
How badly he can falter.

I yearn to commune with the Moon.
I want to understand how she can
be so headstrong while her
Physical outside can feel so imperfect.
I wish to understand how
She can be so calm and collected
Sitting in the vast nothingness.
I try to comprehend how she can
Be so important and yet still think
Of herself so insignificantly.

These two complicated culminations of mass
Tend to be more important to some
More than they realize. The Sun’s warmth
And the Moon’s comfort would,
In reality, leave our world in shambles
The moment They leave us.
Those two giant, gorgeous bodies
In our sky are just as important
As me. So when my spirit is in
The sky, I want to remind them just that.