The False Sky

I reached for the stars,
And I think I may have reached too far.
The stars, they blistered and scorched my hands,
While I was just trying to understand
Of why in the first place I was there;
Up in space throwing a glare 
at the moon.

The moon who shun a godly, divine light,
And at night 
Who was so bright, white,
And elegant.
Space who was dark, and as dim as my soul:
The colour of ash and coal.

And the moon was white, and the space was black.
The stars were gold and I had my back
Towards the earth.
But the gold stars and the white moon were not all that
When they brought down an evil wrath
On me.
So the sun, who I actually feared,
Cradled and held me near.
Rocked me from side to side and called me dear.
Circled the earth and formed a year 
To teach me that looks can be deceiving,
Misleading, 
And can lead to infinite internal bleeding.