As daylight fades into a darkened eve
Time drifts aimlessly—in search of recovery
Distinct varieties of transients and ne’er-do-wells approach, commingling about—a myriad of deceptions adroitly portrayed
Fall into the arms of fireflies
Above horizon’s lit
The variance in the stars
As sapphires glimmer among the endless seas
Unveil the minions of tragedy kept
A skyline of sundrenched scars
Eyes, once alive, quietly weep
As hours mask what lies beyond, take
Comfort in the sheltering caress of the dawn to come
The rogue’s gallery cannot see you. Alleviate your fears. You are safe, for there are plenty of those without.
To occupy their gaze is an emanation from within. The vibrancy of guilt is hereditary and you feel it must be claimed.
You cannot escape yourself. You choose not to. You feel safe amongst a violent sky, despite disgrace consuming whole.
You kneel atop the moistened earth, hands clasped, eyes aimed high, wondering why you must be such a case.
Yet, after prayers complete, I spy you from my pane, as you live amongst the dark beyond, and crave the night the same.
Soon thereafter I do too.