Set Not on Me

My dear Sun, set not, on me,
For without your warming rays,
I feel not like the sunflower of the day,
Rise and stay there shining for me, into the dark, I pray you don't fade away

Saying so, the sunflower wept,
Shedding that which her mother earth fed from her bosom,
She covered her eyes, with her little petal arms,
So only tears may hurt her eyes, and not the pangs of separation too,

Cry not! my dear sunflower, spake the Sun,
You set, to me too, render me naught, every dusk when I go,
For without you, what name have I to live by? What purpose?
As much as you're nothing sans me, I am nothing without you too.

It's the conspiracy of the earth, my dear sunflower,
That only she and her shrouding mountains know of,
Fret not, the blinding darkness of separation is their blessing, no curse,
For it makes us see that our bond is eternal, not merely fleeting chaff.