Stop The Sun

It started in the morning

With those early, lazy trombone dreams

Funereal, like black chrysanthemums

Curling from the seed to the sky

Or wouldn't this be fun:

What if we just stopped the sun? 

It went on in the afternoon

With those hazy, crazy tambourines

Metronomic, and everyone went numb

Shooting rounds into the air. 

Or wouldn't this be fun:

What if we just stopped the sun? 

It ended in the evening

With all those marching brigandines

All euphoric, and then we clapped as one

With winter rain cascading down 

But isn't it such fun? 

Even we can't stop the sun.