Black Lights.

Why did you change, O Sun, the way you woke the world?

The joys of your rays are now a fairy tale.

Once upon a time, covers were thrown off at the sight of your presence,

instead of being pulled over heads in anger.

The glisten of morning dew was a symbol of refreshment,

rather than a mirror reflecting yesterday onto today.

Once upon a time, your light gave us ambition to live,

to take advantage of the short time we spend with you.

We now look forward to our days' end when you disappear,

when the artificial lights beam through our selfish features.

Our transparency is blinding with your absence,

and it's not until you grieve us with your shining face that we see through ourselves.

Why did we change, O World, the way we loved the sun?