Poisoned by the slow blue light-
Like some minute form of life on the surface of a pond, the stars sink inertly into the depths.
At dusk they return,
Unnoticed and unregretted like the return of a forgotten sadness.
What sun in us went down,
And left us open to lost time,
Dragged from the invisible.
Glistening in a net of constellations,
While day's relentless flow cools to ash,
And distances too vast to comprehend
Draw slowly closer like a vibrant shroud,
Blanketing the Earth in ethereal light,
And enveloping our hearts in timeless beauty.