Brilliance blinds all those of dull nature
As they waltz together in dim candlelight,
Those rays are far too bright for their liking.
That dazzling radiance illuminates their buried flaws
Imperfections they’d long concealed and placed inside of a hidden chest
A chest, guarded heavily and named ‘dirty little secrets’.
Inside of it screams and moans can be heard crying out - I am not enough, I am the moon!
They wish to believe that they are the sun you see?
The sun ascends high into the sky doesn’t it?
Yet face to face with the sun they can only reflect its light
And whilst they might be temporarily attracted to it
It is simply amusement, until the sun sobers the moon.
Distancing themselves just far enough away from the sun, so as to appear brighter-In their own merit.
They then re-set sail to re-bury their chest of flaws whilst they cry out bitterly of how they were burned and scarred by it
However because the stars in the sky are so very far apart from one another
The sun is left alone, always on its own.
Forever the outcast
Believing that, it is the moon.