The Great Darlini, magician of the night,
Takes his top hat off and twirls it
Right down on some great mesa
In the desert where the stars shine out.
He taps it three times and never says a word,
But galaxies spin as if they have heard
His whisper, like the galloping of
A thousand wild horses.
Then he pulls a pine cone out of his hat
And twirls it by the stem in his fingertips,
And just like that, the solar system
As we know it, melts into the Milky Way,
And nothing is left of the watery sea.
It's tears are dried, and you and I
Have disappeared, too, and so has the night,
And the day.

-jenn