the tapestries come unraveled
that once made up the sky
the strings of starlight falling
landing on the gravel roadside
the world is not my oyster
the moon is not my pearl
The Sun's been torn
frayed and worn
from that deep-sleep blanket
still warm
like the dawns rise
over an empty sky
as heaven’s last banner
is ripped asunder.
The sleeper awakens
in a cold, dark night
the warm light missing, stolen
magic carpet taken flight
the blanket that kept us
safe from the monsters
that crept at us in the dark
has been shredded
leaving only strands
of falling stars
that we forgot to wish on.