today, the sky has no depth;
a vast blanket of simple
nothing. he holds no fish with crowns, no castles with tilted turrets.
snubbed by a disappearing sun,
he begins to weep;
salty tears sizzling
on fresh tarmac.
polluted drops glide
down blades
of quivering grass.
they say the sky
will still be heartbroken tomorrow, mourning
the departure of a pernicious sun.
embracing a starry quilt
he wails, sends messenger planes
(which leave behind white skid marks)
after his missing lover.
Pepa, beautiful English with deep meaning words.