the end is a yawn.
the beginning full of fear.
the present still here.
peace fabricated
peace like a blanket.
warm in the cold dark winter.
shade during summer.
sunny sighs
on a muggy night
the fog prowls the dark damp streets.
looking for sunshine.
songs of sparrows
brown bird on a branch
calls to me like romeo.
singing sweet love songs.
spinning weals
these last few evenings
where the fiction shows us death.
and we spin again.
night deaths
day draws its last breath
as valkyrie sirens sing.
many die this night.