the dying sun cried into
the crashing moonlit ocean
the dying sun lurched forward
her beaming outpour of
a love lost, a love forgotten
the hot sun, heartbroken light
she dissipated into a constellation
a myriad of tiny explosions
she was large and regal and became small
to recollect and be born again-
breathing new life into a june sky
turning herself a deep tangerine glow
silenting waiting, silently weeping
until she could eclipse her moon love
once more.
