By: Karoline Wimmer

Shivering, shaking, shuddering
right down to the burning core,
the blistering, unforgiving sunlight
has stripped all that was before.

Trembling, twitching, throbbing
with the utmost perverse delight,
the burning, barbaric sunlight
will not give way to the soothing caress
of the peaceful night.

Oh! But
Cowardly cautiousness craves comfortless cold,
so that the soothing night
can be infinitely bold,
and in that boldness it consumes the light,
just one fell swoop,
a forgotten remnant,
of what the stars could have been like