A Thousand Splendid Skies

She started disappearing, burnt somewhere cut somewhere

Plunging civilizations into a spiral of wistfulness.

And the sky split into a thousand pieces,

Each flashing in the wake of its splendidness.

The sky was grieving the loss of his love.

He wept and wept, filling oceans,

And when no more tears were left,

He became the passive cold expanse of blue we see.

Yet every night, before the sunrays wear thin,

He roars and rages like he used to

Unable to suppress the fire within.

The Earth calms him, holding him tight

And he closes his massive eyes

Signaling the dawn of night.

Even in this gloom,

When a little tiny star whispers to him

The song his lady used to sing,

He takes a peek at the moon

Praising its glorious ring.

And there he rests, admiring the scenery

And missing his ladylove - Greenery.