THE SEA OF STARS

Mr. Sun, 

Why must you shine so bright?

Your light shuns me so,

that even  I must go.

Looking south,

I may as well look north

As you leave me cold.

What I wouldn't give to be bright like you.

Be all that you are and more.

With the people that you keep warm,

They in response live in your life form.

While they hide from me long-term.

Though you have the people,

They may never look upon you 

For fear of going blind.

And I have the stars.

Their light as bright as crystal shards,

They look upon me,

And you see

That I'm in the light of the stars as my sea,

Which wraps me in there sweet silver glow.

The End

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