Let late come rest
Close the synapses
As daylight fades
And the evening glow
Courses through the shadows
And flickering thoughts
On the edges of your consciousness
The memory of snow
Falling in spirals
Upon the flat earth
Making the night brighter
You walked a waking dream
And all was silent
As cold pockets of air
Gave you chill late in the house
The flickering warmth
A static electric down your spine
And your mind peaked on the midnight river
Still, with a heightened awareness
A crisp sense of the moment
Absent a purpose or conflict
Relieved
Yet watch the temporality
Level the curvature of space