While Sun and Earth were gliding through the night,

the moon was keeping watch upon its kin

who held their breath, pricked holes to let in light,

and floated in the place they'd always been.

The air was stale, no breeze could find its way

beyond the clouds that swirled above the blue;

and thick--so thick--the space around the day,

no voice could even speak a word of truth.

And when the beings on the earth awoke

to scorching rays that streamed through open windows,

still unknown was how the Sun could choke

the ones that always dwelled within its shadows.

So days will come and go, and life moves quicker--

but dying stars are always just a flicker.