Shadows crept into the bowl
As the milk tumbled from her lips
Swept up in the torrent of taste
Forgotten in tomorrow

The night sky shed her velvet cloak
As the sun yawned from his bed
Red with the drippings of sorrow

Sweetness tinged his pain
Darkness filled his vision
Caught between the sheets of moon’s conquest
Lacking the hollow sky to fulfill him

The stars danced with the sun
But washed out from the intensity of his heart
They wither in the stomach of men

Grown cold in the vacancy
The sun kneads the moon for help
“Save my star children,” he cries
For without them my heart will wither and die

She shakes off sleeps grip
And plunges a knife deep into his heart
Where a cry of surprised anguish utters from his lips

While the sun lays dying in her room
Moon tussles her head
And with a regretful sigh
Throws herself into the empty blue sky