Janus

Sister, you are gleaming.

That is how they know you

those little blinking minds.

They watch you fluctuate

keep time and tide by you

and know you as mother,

placated by your gaze

even as we inch away.

I do not change

as you do for them

unmapped as I am;

a constant absence.

If they found my face

shrouded as it is

would they know me

as the dark part of you?

I take no place in this candelabra;

the borrowed light bouncing

between these gaudy baubles

spares no warmth for me.

My cold world is brilliant

its marvels unending;

it does not change

as you do for them.