Ancient poems, part 3: Sunspot

[violetcheetah]

Sunspot

You are the moon to my sun
and you think I'm lucky.
I burn hotter than imagination.

But point your telescope
and I am a stain.
Spent coal in the white glow.

I stare around me
and it leaves me blind.
I see myself I see nothing.

The sky is black above me
except for you.

Shine your mirror so I can see.