Day and Night

Love is death.

The shadowa in the cold eyes of the sun
frolic merrily across the horizon.
It shines without ceasing, knowing it can
never stay with it's true love.
They are a galaxy apart, yet still
in love.

The moon sulkily hangs about London; his
sullen looks are clear.
As soon as she gets here he must go.
The sallow moon of Europe is depression.
The world is unnecessary.
She was on his mind.
They will be together soon.

Love is a many splendored thing.

The laws of life will soon be broken.

Chaos.
He is running; she is as well.
Night meets day one again.
It is breif, but there will be another
reunion...tomorrow.

Her dry cheeks show she has been crying.
Drip, Drip, Drip.