Light, upon young skin
I noticed you by the grace of it
and the rays of it glancing off
of everything you touched.
the duality of particle and wave
we, spinning and wobbling
like fresh formed planets
in a steady stream of it.
But the Sun of these better days
had yet to rise:
It was dark the hour we met
and that poor Sun probably burns
knowing now that I had seen you first
and by its own light
that it had carelessly loaned
to the Moon that night.