When Bright Suns Fade Away

My father's an old exploded sun- Suns can stop functioning, but there remains The quantum, of their metaphysical rays; Cloudless days in memory, without any rain, A startling brightness at happiness's edge- And strong, so you won't dwell on it too much- But take comfort it's shining dutifully, most days. Mother was his clear moon- Nearest, dearest; closest orbit, sacrificial path Into his greater gravity- they made a world entire With me, as representative star Abiding near their nearness, Keeping my narrow track farther away- Whether nemesis or guardian, they would not say As planetary bodies and stars do not inquire Whether they are loved; they only do their job, And everything's allowed, It's all they know to do, and if they think Their life station humble- But they are not, will not be Forgot: Even though bright suns fade away, Their memory still burns, in shade.