You are bright.
Flowing.
Glowing.
You are the sun.
The firery
Yang.
You feel alive.
Loved.
Heated.
I am dark.
Mysterious.
Opaque.
I am the moon.
The watery
Yin.
I feel dead.
Lonesome.
Cold.
Together
we are each
other's half.
You fill in
missing parts
of my life.
You are
my sun,
and I, your moon.
September 10, 2009
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