Shoot for the moon, not the sun.
The sun burns, the main provider of all light and energy,
stubbornly never takes anything from anyone.
While the moon–
the moon is like love: a silent receiver,
and a shy reflector,
patiently waiting and sitting on the side
as its soul mate, the earth,
dreams, attempts, and fails to be like the sun.
(The stars like poets silently, helplessly, observing everything until they die and their little lights extinguished;
their words left behind like ghostly black holes.)