All damned day it's up there
working hard for you
One giant upper deck
made entirely of blue.
The Working blue.
But during diva Dusk I watch it
changing like a dancer 'round a fire
First this orange a crimson slight salmon
and then the final pyre...
Girl, the Sky really DOES comes out
before it dips down hard each night,
put to sleep for waking up before the stars,
and not bowing to the servitude of Light.