Your Sun

I yearn to be the Sun

you dream of —

in the dead of night.

The sweat streaming down

your furrowed brows,

glaring at the world around you —

Without my light, you'd be blind,

needing my totality

to cloak your woes.

Warmth that wells up,

fills you with life, with love, with purpose.

I wish you —

to bask in it,

with me.