I visited a graveyard during
the moment that the sun decides
it is time to crawl into the warmth
of the darkness and let the stars
sing it a lullaby.

but oh no, when the sun closed
its eyes and opened up its heart
to hear the sweet twinkles and
jingles of the voices of the stars,
nothing came out.

it was then that I realized
that the sun and I came to a
graveyard of stars and that
there would never be a