Strange how fast night comes,
a solid sound as jaded faces melt.

Then the night shivers out
an early morning drift, like a sigh.

In the wink of an eye,
a world cowed by wind and rain.

A summer’s backward glance,
and broken shells in disarray.

Tokens of regret left all around,
but dreams forget to come.

And sleeping now, life is sweet
all tucked inside dawn’s blue light.