The orb in the sky that is our daily sight
Does not shine nor does it emit heat or light
Since from childhood, as we have been told
And let us see the world without getting cold
Instead it's like a sponge, thirsty and bare
That soaks up the entire bone chill from the air
And as an afterthought, it pulls in the dark
So we don't stumble and go bump in the park
In a million years, if you could, you would see
It will turn as black as the deepest cavern could be
And like a spent bulb that you hold up to reveal
It has pulled in all the dark that its fingers can feel
Families pack their skeletons in the closets like toys
When the door blows open they rattle to make noise
The solution is not easy, to gain composure and self control
When you find it and it reaches and touches your soul
We are stuck out near the end of a long spiral elliptic
Some say we belong to some surrealist mystic
But like a stone that tossed in the air and returned by gravity
Nothing can escape being drawn back into a more distant destiny