Mistakes the Day had made and mistakes Night had erased.
Stars, the love-children of the Sun and Moon, waltz across Night’s gown in splendor.
I had chased after Day, but his rays were too busy chasing Night’s wake.
In observation, love had grown too old and stars bursted in wonder.
Blackholes sauntered and consumed Night, and Day was alone forevermore.
And Dusk was not aware nor cared.