You are not

You are the sun which is setting in the evening,
A quiet fire folding itself into gold,
A whisper of warmth drifting over the horizon
As day kneels softly before your light.

You are the moon, the body of the night,
A calm guardian carved in silver,
Lifting the darkness with a single breath,
Holding the world in your luminous grace.

You are the starlight shining into my eyes,
A scattered eternity falling gently toward me,
Threads of wonder stitching the sky
To the quiet beat of my heart.

But I hate the sun which can touch your skin,
For it reaches you in ways I never can.

I hate the moon because it spends the night with you,
Keeping your dreams while I must stay awake without them.

I hate the starlight for the way it follows you home,
For how it lays itself across your shoulders
As if it has any right to illuminate what I long for.

And most of all
I hate that you are only in my mind,
A miracle I can feel but never hold.