i met the sun once. she told me of the night and her the dark torrid toil through an infinite abyss. told me of the moon. its pale face smiling a shadowed parody of her truth. small stars squinting through time. morning gave her strength. the deep night an anxious glance over her shoulder. she danced an arc into the high sky. the air clean and free and hers. but afternoon turned to evening, and she moved toward the distance. this journey is hers. but id set her free.