Oh God, how did the sun turn into blood?
How did the lunar surface start to crack?
When all I did was lay my head to rest
As nightfall, soft, cascading in a flood
Bespoke my eyelids, conquered, muscles slack
Embraced in heavy slumber on its breast.
The night breeze took my breathings one by one
And carried them to frozen lands afar,
And crumbled all my dreamings into dust.
Oh God, I cannot move without the sun,
And now I've lost the stars.
postscript
Curtal sonnet. Written ABCABCDEFDE with the last line going from iambic pentameter to iambic hexameter. Late-night (3am) musings. I understand how Adam Young started writing songs.....