The sun bemoans to the moon its ignorance of dark
“I have seen so much,
but not much past twilight,
never past midnight,
always in daylight.”
“There is much to be seen in the dark,” the moon says to the sun.
“I’m sure,” the sun sighs. “You have the benefit of lesser light.
If I could I would see your side of day which is night.
My brilliance prevents me from seeing into the shadow of things.
I cannot see beyond my lustrous shine. A handicap. A limitation.”