Sunset Skeletons

The night sky’s lovers Emerge in their millions To pay homage to their beloved Infatuated stargazers Souls ignited by a phantom flame, Mooning at their mistress With cats eyes Through rose tinted glass pipes Down milky paths And sunset boulevards they stroll Peeping through a keyhole lense As she primps and primes and twinkles Ready for the close up Celestial saucepans Telescopic titans They are just old light Thrown across the vacuum By burnt out bodies Cold stone shadows Sitting spiteful in the sky Ashes of an ancient fire Jealous with their lingering warmth Their stench fills the black Pockmark pinpricks Ugly in their amaranthine sprawl A canvas defaced, They spill across spoilt horizons Morning heralds the return Of their heavenly sister Disgraced by her benevolence, They veil themselves And their brother turns away his face The dome lies as a grave Empty of its skeletons Though night conceals sins Dreamt in day The darkness reveals the sky’s secret shame