Half the earth at a time forgets the sun doesn’t sleep,
But moon gazers and planet watchers know it hasn’t stopped
Scattering beams in every direction, expelling flares,
Hooks of flame glaring into cold nothingness.
There, there is no night – endless cycle of dark spots – it is all the same, hurtling through space,
Anchor in a whirlpool of stars.
Glancing past Mercury, Venus, it reflects off
blue and green
No body can boast a life like mine.
Over its coldness