There is something
so romantic
about the night.
Maybe it’s the love affair
between the moon and the ocean;
the ocean thanks her moon
for pulling her into motion
by showing him
how beautiful he is.
Maybe that’s why
the sun burns our skins-
it must get jealous
interrupting love
every morning.
It must wish something would show it
its beauty.

It must not know
the entire solar system
is being moved
by its presence.