Sunshine

Shining in my reflection of you

You arrived like sunlight through cathedral glass,
Gold spilling soft on all the shadows of my past.
I was a midnight creature, feral-boned and pale,
A thing that wrapped itself in fog instead of veil.

I snarled at neon halos, shuttered every spark,
Made a home of lonely things that only bloom in dark.
I wore the night like armor, thick as raven wings,
Convinced that every light was cruel, given what it brings.

I thought I hated brightness.
Every burning star,
Every false fluorescent ache
That reached from worlds too far.

Then you.
You touched me like the dawn touches the sea,
Slow and trembling gold unraveling over me.
And suddenly the heavens split their ancient seams,
Pouring molten amber through the ruins of my dreams.

You lit my life like lanterns strung through barren trees,
Like summer slipping honey through a frozen breeze.
Your laughter was a wildfire dancing through the cold,
A hymn of living sunlight wrapped in threads of gold.

And still, you call me sunshine,
As if I were the day,
But I have always been the moon
Shining with borrowed ray.

I am silver, soft reflection,
Pale against your flame,
A mirror made of midnight
Etched with your bright name.

Without you I am crescent-thin,
A ghost the heavens keep,
A tide-pulled thing of quiet ache
And oceans far too deep.

For I have always been a creature born of night,
A child of eclipses and the absence left by light.
Yet somehow in your radiance I learned the stars can bloom,
That even sometimes moons can shimmer

when pulled from their own gloom.