Who are you really?
Even though I see you regularly
I’m still not sure
which of your two faces I like....

One reflecting the sun’s light
a hope of a lover’s night....
Or the other one
hidden deeply
as a secret
dwelling in a vast silence

My God,
which one of your faces do I like?!

Damn!
I can feel how you control me!

If I imagine....
remembering that I’m a human
made mostly of liquid

Then all my blood
is ruled by your enormous gravity
as you rule
the low and high tides of the oceans

Maybe
when I don’t see you
when I think
you are not here
simply because
one of my senses doesn’t see you
maybe you act as a guardian angel
not only for me
but for the whole living earth too!