Throwing darts in lovers’ eyes

Once there were rainbows seagulls
and storm clouds that strung up the sky
once we would live like the wind
and we’d never say die
now there is darkness
and colour has seeped into night—
howl with the moon
the juke’s thin and white.

I didn’t think of this one until this afternoon. In response to the dverse prompt, a quadrille using the word juke.