For Khristan

For Khristan
To the sky that embraces me
None but the unchanging love
Of Sun and Moon
Has enclosed me
In their constant and infinite
Unquestionable union.

 Upon my lips, 
A juvenile thought
Have I believed myself
And said so myself...
 
'I am the Moon.'

Yet over and over
Am I abashed
As rude awakenings 
Wash over me.

You are epiphanic.

 Taking away such poisons
Of the soul, of the Self.

 You are ethereal.

 You are the Sun.