Before flying to his world,
they used to move in together
to the moon at break.
It was a real deal to them.
They temporarily hopped
on the ride of their minds,
played in imagination's rollercoaster.
And stayed there all night long.

Day cladded him outfit with
shiny rays,
masking bruises
of his rotten features.
Night showed reality which
day faked.
Thus their love
for fantasy on moon.
Dodging the day was
as skipping reality.

Fake cream of day covered
his awful exposure from
her dumb eyes.
For a new day was to secure
the moon wheels maintenance.
The moon beds in daylight
as it recharges to be available
at night after their diet.

Sitting on the bridge of
moon in unision,
they shared their fantasy of Jupiter.
The only memory which brought a smile on their faces,
the only truth the day
couldn't give.

A vivid proof of a once
true fantasy existed,
captured picture
of them on the moon wheel
by the dark,
was found
in a dusty old album,
which held night's secret.