the stars trickle in anticipation
their glow flickering behind wisps of passing clouds
a silence perceived solely by the sky's septum
unfolds into an echo both solitary and surmount
the heaven's tantrum results in bursts
falling like dagger victim to gravity's pull

they are leaving!
they are leaving!
faces appear, gazing into a tireless void
surrounded by light - engulfed by black
bodies rolling on grass lay still for moments
allowing themselves a sinful thing;
to sink deep into the ground