A slow dive through fading light

reveals what always waited at the edges

cursing the sun’s journey to the horizon

and its promise of morning beyond the stars

The music plays through open windows

a lullaby for the wayward few

who walk on moonlit roads

only ever stopping to rest

when the sky promises rains of twilight

and all the world is washed in cascading fire

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If for some strange reason this poem were ever to be searched for online, all you’d get is shoegaze.

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