You are not my sun, my moon, or my star

You are the space in between

The ether that holds them up

 

 

You are not my sunlight, my moonbeams, or my luminous star

You are the cusp of midnight

The darkness that makes the light and colors distinct on my sky

 

 

You are dark, as dark and obscure as the dark matter

You spread up in the sky

Occupy almost whole of my universe