These days the dawns remind me
More of the roseate glow of sunsets
The yearning is for the quiet fall of night;
Before the streets surrender to the frenetic
Flow of time and desire and animal spirits
Last night's dreams hang like mist in the air
The dead have not given up on us even now
Take the time to visit us quietly when we sleep
We cannot blame them anymore for our ills
For we see how helpless they must have been
As we are now against forces bigger than us
My colour blind father gifts me on my birthday
A loud pink flowered shirt I cannot possibly wear
A green butterfly rises from it and flutters away
Into the darkness in search of real flowers.
Sunset is too far away as is dear darkness.
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