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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As someone who loves watching the sky around sunset and looks out for the moon; I find this poem perfect!
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