Do you remember when you were a child
and your mother kept telling you
“Don’t look directly at the sun or you will go blind.”
Well, you are the sun.
And I keep looking, looking, looking,
Until my eyes burn and tears fall down my cheeks,
But I do not close my eyes.
You burn so brightly I can still see you clearly behind my eyelids when my night falls because I live for your light and I cannot let you go, and even if I will turn blind I want you to be the last thing I’ll ever see, your hand clasped in mine.
A love letter to you from the Moon, from Dionysus, from Grantaire.