The Dance

I thought I saw you but you didn’t see me I thought I knew you but you didn’t know me. My vision was blurred you were intriguing wrapped in all this spiritually but empty. My vision was challenged, you were spewing Peter, John, and Paul. What you weren’t was intentional about the application of the divine at all.

See knowing and doing, doing and showing are different. Knowing and not producing created complication. So my true analysis is it that you were in need of defibrillation. So much depth but not deep at all. So much hurt and pain that it caused withdrawal.

You were sinking, drowning, flailing eyes barely above water, perhaps it is I who didn’t see. I saw your potential, yes potential; you know having or showing the capacity to become or develop into something in the future. I am glad conceivably sad that finally I see.

I’ve come to understand that I am the Sun and you are the Moon. I illuminate so brightly like the seraphim you have to cover your eyes with your wings. So disconnected you don’t know what I bring. I create life, make things grow Illuminate the sky and warm your skin. I give off light I shine brightly I am just as beautiful when I rise as when I rest. Selflessly always giving my best.

You are illuminated by my rays. The moon bringing tides crashing on the shores reckless at times. A pearl in the Black Sea, existing in darkness, loyal always present but not always seen. See I know why you were created. You are the rhythm of life you illuminate the night. You live in darkness with gravitational forces so great that you create manipulate and then dissipate. When you are full, oh when you are full you invoke deep emotions sexual, spiritual, and profound. Those are the great times of conversation, connection, and when I truly like having you around. There are many gaps in our timeline and when we speak you confess that life changes has you distressed. Did you know that decreased Sun exposure can cause you to be depressed?

Alas, we are on different rotations that is the only explanation. So we dance. We dance moving through the stratosphere of our spirits. Co- existing but not together at all. Rotating through day after day, me the creator of life and you existing in darkness, nights fall.