The Sunless World

To some world out there, PSOJ 318.5-22: you are not alone

Imagine Earth without it’s light;

That dances forever in coldest night.

Somewhere in the imagination of space,

Is this sunless world in constant flight

 

A pilgrim planet, it runs away

From moon, from stars, the light of day;

A hidden black spot amongst a pixelated sky

That trudges on, alone, in disarray.

 

If hearts so cold could call this home,

I wonder if those souls, too, would always roam;

Alone an island, no hope of sunrise

Yet this world keeps spinning like our own.

 

It’s a difficult universe for a sunless place

That answers black to every face.

But in dreams not so alien, I must confess,

This dim-lit world shall find it’s space.

The Ice-Cold Sun

A heavenly body I’ve invented

Let me tell you the tale

Of the ice-cold sun

 

Of all of creation

The only one

 

It has no planets to warm

Nor night skies to shine

 

Wandering lightyears away

From the stars that we find

And the Sun Also Rises

There’s always an end

When facing a bed

And turning away

And tossing away

At the end of the day

 

Remember your dreams

Embrace your fears

Let out your screams

And dry your tears

Remember there’s hope

And the sun also rises