I have always wondered, “what if the sun exploded at night?”
Would we miss it when expecting morning’s clean sunshine?
Or is it a gift to the lovers who own passionate squalor at two,
To see the explosion happen behind, then reflected off the moon
The night tonight has been as warm as summer’s light.
Condemns the older couple lying on opposite sides
Love as hot as ever, yet colder than our future.
And blinded by the darkness that eternity resides.