To Be, Or Not To Beseech Poem by Keith Michael

who caught the moon when it fell from the night? the stars suspension snapped and the sun had to stay awake for days, while we rebuilt from scratch. the sun whispered to me that i could keep of piece of him so at night, you can have a sense that I'm safe. and he will always check on you by sliding in under the curtains and lighting up the floor, so you can roll over and go back to sweep without a worry in your world