To many times has this world dropped onto the sunken floor. Hold still the hearts that sing and glow and bring December’s fallen snow. Our age has come, let the sun set now against the acrylic mountains. Plunge the sun into the sea to extinguish her ever burning flame. Allow the moon to wallow in the pain of her fallen children, never to rise again. And as the stars fall down around us, landing in small pillowing clouds, kiss me. Let this moment stay as we travel through time to conjure the hearts of hypocrisy. We’ll tell the lovers of yesterday that impossibility is a sin. Let the news sweep through the land until our job is done. Then we’ll return to our sun kissed tomorrow, lovers among the heartless.