Twilight is teasing, the darkness is surrendering and releasing
light resurrected, temptations soften to a hum with the glow of the coming Sun.
What do the shadows look like where you are
I contemplate from afar.
Computer screen pristine, dim hue as it whispers beats to me.
Nocturnally I pace the avenues and streets, coated in a coral sleet,
meek and discreet, thoughtful at the least.
This intent I feel runs so deep.
it overwhelms my nerves, catching me in feeble moments.
It
could be the way a bird glides and lands.
Bells ring, crows cackle and sing, these morning rituals ensue.
Am I the only one awake...? my own footsteps are deafening in this isolation
Thriving off the energy of all the floating dreams, I can see them from my rooftop.
Like smoke rising from the chimneys of all those minds asleep.
Stranger, we share so much and yet I do not even know you, I just miss the touch, overbearingly familiar
I've been captivated past the limits I've known
these echoing rhythms break through my deep daze to remind me of you
and that you are somewhere out there, noble and true
holding your own pulse.
The first compositions of the day.
Once again resurrected. Once again a new dew in the grass,
matched by my eyes, moist in mirroring
Time for my own to dwindle to a soft smoke, and rise again later.
