Suns and Moons

Sunlight drips down from two Suns.
Sunlight saunters out among, dazzled stars, low hanging dreams, along the sky it runs.
Sunlight dripped down from two stars.
Sunlight glimmered, it fell, and down down down.
Then, the fire came.

It came first small
Then many

It came first small
Then heavy

The fire outshone the sun, for it was too bright.
And now the sun hung as a moon, in the silent night.

The Suns looked down now at the moon, they whisper reaching, guiding.
For they had never fell this low, a moon outshone by fire winding.

But the fires spread, they spread in brush first dry then damp then in the ocean.
The Fire spread into the sea, passing by the moon to see, in a commotion.

Now the moon has dripped. It has dripped down from the Suns, past the stars, past the ocean.

Dripping like the dew, that dripped past sunlight hew.
Dripping like the stars, falling down the way

Can you still see the moon from here? Can you see it crying tears? Can you see the sun diverge, the two suns looking down? Can you feel the moonlight’s tears, seeping through the Ground?

Moon that shines and hangs, might you rise once again.