“How?

How do you pull the sun from her sky?
Watch her spiral into darkness as planets shake and cry
How do you separate a star from her moon?
And ponder why nights are restless, blackened skies filled with an eerie doom
How do you contain the rain that aches to pour and play?
A summer’s day is lesser than she is because you took her rain away
How?
How can lovers so profound end in such shock and dismay,
Ripped from each other,
Just as love felt she'd found the one to stay,
How?”