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