I used to cry for the moon
half sliced and alone
my eyes would glare and scorn the sun
as I watched the day come undone.
.. ..
Stars falling from the onyx sky
would cause my heart to ache
resembling streaming tears, rather
than chariots carrying wishes to their fate.
.. ..
I used to mourn the twilight
as night skipped further from day
confused by the plight of dusk’s diffused bite
until I glimpsed the sun and moon’s embrace.