but in the moonlight, I appear
to be godly, lovely; otherworldly,
touched with fantasy.
but in the sunlight, I appear to be
god-touched, blooming, immortal.
drenched in a speckled shower of falling stars,
the darkness is chased away by
the unfurling, healing rays of light.
the murky cape of twirling cosmos
once burdoned my shoulders, until
it was outshined by the sun-kissed legacy of time.