Day after the longest, lounging to sounds; traffic drone, plucks from strings swelling in the whispering

Day’s brightest star alights upon… breaking the horizon. He wakes; black mane, tainted auburn, sheening as he snuffles, shuffles,

Dewy twilight fell outside, transparent breeze crept in, washing over all. Midnight hours swallowed; a shared,

Twitching instinct snapping clarity, dry eyes dazzled, puzzled; blinking,

Magical silence, frames soulful melody, woeful beauty, endearing refrain. Chills nip my spine,

Swirling sage spheres dissolve the… Perfect, air-filled pockets, rolling, surging, bursting. Tawny slinks play; tumbling over,

As if a storm cloud burst. Leaves… Plumes of them across the sky. Bu… Hazy colours. Crimson, orange, go… past. Delicately brushing my face,… my senses. Such a beautiful scene,…

Glazed veils, overflow; crack, with surging chills. Briny despair, on the verge of eruption,

Slipping, slowly, Struggling not to fall into dreaded dreamland. For some; a happy time of fantasy.

Morning’s sun, subtly dulled. So perfect does enact such shattered souls. The mist - delicate,

Poised to pounce, behind a filmy glaze, a blackness, filled with everything, and nothing.