The Sun Refused to Set

Then on that same night
the sun refused to set.
I was not at all amused. 
I told that sun so.
You shook a finger like nobody's business.

That was a mistake.

 

 

The moon showed up
with angry meteorites
and pissed-off comets,
but they were no match for us.
I told them this and I was not at all kind.

And that's all it took.

 

 

The sun started to cry
which began a chain
reaction until, one by one,
stars took to
flinging themselves from lofty constellations.

You held out your hands.

 

 

Then I remembered, in high school
you rode the bench in sports.
And as far as catching things,
you were a symptom of health. 
So as the universe collapsed

I did have my concerns.

 

 

But I stood by you, friend,
watching you fail
over and over and over and, oh,
over again.
I saluted you and I took off my hat.

Then I crossed myself

 

 

as the earth swallowed us up. 
Boy, was I mad
and I told the earth so.
You were also mad
by then, still trying to catch stars still falling.

That's when I woke up.

 

 

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[Emily B]

funny how our dreams tend to swallow us up . . . and no matter how mad we get, or how much we wag our fingers, we are at the mercy of our universe until such time as we are loosed to waking again

where've you been? got any new stuff laying around needing to be read?