Big Brother, Little Sister

a poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Moon, you’re a sliver of a ghost
this dawn where is your golden hue
now that big brother sun threatens to vaporize you
into a pale cumulus?
There, don’t be sad
you’re the one who make nights romantic
when we deeply sigh, hold hands
and do sweet things that need no detailed explanation.
A beautiful kind lady
that’s what you are
and your friends,
the stars love you too.