The Sun drowned last night.
He followed the Moon through starlit passageways, black hair streaming behind her in waves.
She tripped over galaxies, swaying in the celestial ocean; waiting for the next starry tide to come in.
He waded out to stand beside her; their hands entwined like the constellations.
His lips grazed her still night hair, breathed in the newest scent of her and laughed.
She kissed the lemon slice of his mouth, drinking in the golden lips, a hand coming up to tangle in his wheat field hair.
The stars chattered, their diamond teeth clinking together like spoons in glasses; warning bells.
He lost his grip on her hand, slipping under a crescent wave, drifting out on primordial seas.
She lost him amongst the roiling blackness; holes swallowing the sound of her cries.
It was foolish to believe such moments were endless.
When all of heaven's din was hushed, they found him glowing beneath the mirror of the universe.
He had drowned in the tempest of her skies, lost in the voids of their eclipse.
The Sun drowned last night and the Moon has yet to stop weeping.
He followed the Moon through starlit passageways, black hair streaming behind her in waves.
She tripped over galaxies, swaying in the celestial ocean; waiting for the next starry tide to come in.
He waded out to stand beside her; their hands entwined like the constellations.
His lips grazed her still night hair, breathed in the newest scent of her and laughed.
She kissed the lemon slice of his mouth, drinking in the golden lips, a hand coming up to tangle in his wheat field hair.
The stars chattered, their diamond teeth clinking together like spoons in glasses; warning bells.
He lost his grip on her hand, slipping under a crescent wave, drifting out on primordial seas.
She lost him amongst the roiling blackness; holes swallowing the sound of her cries.
It was foolish to believe such moments were endless.
When all of heaven's din was hushed, they found him glowing beneath the mirror of the universe.
He had drowned in the tempest of her skies, lost in the voids of their eclipse.
The Sun drowned last night and the Moon has yet to stop weeping.
