Post Modern? Or Beautiful Metaphor?

"You are the Sun, shining down on everything.
Light of the World, giving light to everything I see.
Beauty so brilliant, I can hardly take it in,
and everywhere you are is warmth and light.
And I am a Moon with no light of my own; still you have made me to shine, and as I grow in this cold dark night, you know I can't be a light unless I turn my face to you.
Shine on me, I have no light of my own.
Shine on me, without you I'm a cold dark stone.
You know I'll never be a light
unless I turn my face to you,
I'll never be a light
until I turn my face to you,
no I can't be a light until I turn myself...to you".