Every single sun has got to die
Jupiter will burn in perfect light
All of the angels will hide their eyes
Love reveals what violence hides
Colors will collapse and then disperse
Beauty that the eye cannot discern
Gemini torn from his brother’s side
Redesigned in perfect light
Every single moon praised in song
Will one day meet its final dawn
Slips into sleep Sunday night
Dreams of starlight and astral might
No more
From the only one