A Book of Hours

A winter sunset seems like the Limbo.
How low can it go with its golden glow?
 
The twilight says the party must go
if we want the constellations to show.
 
Only Luna pays a sunbeam forward
since all the stars are way too far away
to assist as she tugs her tides shoreward
even as we are at work, sleep, or play.
 
But poor souls need all the gold they can get
and the starlight helps, but is rather faint,
when sunbeams and moonlight will pay the debt...
 
with Aurora helping us reacquaint
those nagging deficits that we all face...
when hypothecating for breathing space.