by Stone Fox
about lost youth and other things lost as well
|Without the Night,
Many days had been hellishly humid and hot.
Everyone loudly soluted what was to be the rising moon-now secretly vanished from sight on high.
Taking with it all the beauty there was to see of blazing comets and shooting stars
that no longer decorated a now absent, but still longed for. . .
twinkling Night sky.
The lack of air time and cancellation of the most watched reality show,
“Waxing and Waning Nights”, twisted all laws of our modern day science,
Making Lunar phases a thing of myth-quickly replaced with some other brightly dull surreal sky;
Pointing out the absence of the brightest star of all. . .
I heard daybreak approaching,
Sneaking by in the quiet intervals of time
while our Lost Boys armored up. . .
to greet their slumber in battle.
It was all so simply plain:
The Fate of our Nature and Destiny for our Culture.
We were marooned, trapped-
Living this never ending Day. . .
Only to vividly remember the lost Night.