Orbit.

The sun sets, and gives way for the moon,
Laboriously trudging through a thick web of violet
dashed with the colour of the clouds.
The sun sets, and some feel it's too soon,
as the colours in the sky begin to fade,
lost to tonight's murky shrouds -
that once held all the dreams I'd made.

And as the satellite parodies the sun's noon,
The sun prepares a new ascent
to brighten now dark pallettes.
And so the moon sets, and none feel it too soon,
as the darkness in the sky begins to fade,
lost to today's promising bets -
that once again hold all the dreams I've made.
And not a single one, to lose.