Nothing

The stars still cast their subtle glow Through the greyish black churchyards that we know; Next morning’s fate lies unknown Before the dawn. The clouds still drift just as before; The canaries still chirp outside my door, Yet suddenly appears the taste of nothing. The sky is indigo and the blue jay sings; The children catch fireflies by their wings Though I am somber. Throughout the universe no pleasure can exist; Mirth turned her face at me, Ever since you fled.