day sixty-three: dancing in the dark.

there was a sky

filled with emptiness

and empty of the moon

so the sun filled it up

to the brim

(the emptiness, that is)

with warm honey and love

and there was a sky

filled with sunny love

and empty of the moon

so the sun left

because the sky was not happy

with the sticky sweet honey

and the love that did not mean much

and there was nothing left

but empty

so the moon came

with his smooth light

and livened up the sky

but not with something sticky sweet

with something smooth and cool

something like the feeling

of dancing in the dark.