2/1/2019
the moon takes flight
the stars ignite
a night which never sleeps
listen to
the boy burned blue
he lon-ely woos and weeps
midnight sings
of Saturn's rings
of once great kings and creeps
before the sun
in harmony: one
over the moon he leaps
drawing to close
no one knows
what the nighttime reaps
the boy burned blue
and all the kings, too
in the midnight glow they steep