lune

"Blue moon, you saw me standing alone, without a dream in my heart."

Winter lune, draped and woven into the night sky, why do you drive us all insane? Falling out, then placed back in, thread & needle you are sewn, becoming part of what is longingly known (with  much dismay).

pocket the sun

Well I might be stuck, but I'm not so sure. When the sky empties and the day falls and the sun drops down like a coin from a pocket onto the ground for someone else to pick up, later; another day...You might find the moon slipping into your palm and the next thing you know it's nightfall and everything is falling all over again.