The moon has exploded
destroyed so the nights are silent
and oppressive as the blanket
of cold stars that turn away
from the plight of thier brother
who has lost his only love.
Silver pieces rain from the sky
glowing with thier lost light
slipping through the barriers
they said were made to protect us
yet in the sad reality
we learn they were only concocted
to keep us in tighter boxes.
The broken glass of stardust
reflects our horrid stares
as we touch what was never
meant to be known by the gravity bound
and we learn that our dreams
to reach what we could never feel
were unbased as a child
who believed thier presents were magic.
The sun has imploded
destroyed so the days are lost
and expansive as the air
through which his lover fell.