"Until Heaven Freezes Over"
It's so cold in here.
I feel like jumping out of my feet's shoes.
The sun sits and cries.
It flies and then dies.
In my mask's guise.
A subtle wise.
Why does the sun die?
Sitting so high beyond a cloudy sky.
In the day's midnight June.
A Jupiter's winter's mid afternoon.
Just listening to a singer's love tune.
Playing this beautiful tune sitting on top of a starlit moon.
The mesmerizing musician's croon.
Alone, lost in a place, outside inner space.
By Jonathan Billet
October 26, 2014
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