In the empty sky, a wayward moon working overtime. A sun just getting to work, all the stars are gone from sight.

No bells tolling, no radios playing music, just whispers about a world gone bad.

Pop said there is beauty everywhere, mom held us tight and told us to be careful. Love expressed must be heeded.

I stand upon this platform waiting on the F train. I wonder where has all the beauty gone?

At that second I see a young boy photographing the skyline, looking like mountains of flames.

I look up and I see a moon half in disguise, I smile.