In the dawn of humanity,
we crowned you
with stories of
how meaningful you were.

Grown clever and independent,
we decried you
with critical analysis:
you are just a ball of hot gas.

Now that I’ve seen your dark side,
after I’ve recovered from the shock
— neither I nor you, nor our galaxy
are the center of the universe —

Let me embrace you as in my youth.
Let me swoon in your warmth.
Let me re-understand the
truth of your fairy tales.
Let the life you created and nurtured