Cavalcade

Night time is a promise
not an illusion nor vision
but a promise that handle the shades from the day
and put them back together painless not remembering the next day light time
on her boxy womb,

Like a nap on the house
of waist land
full of wonder and bruises
paved roads some says
street ways some believes in,
either way
either way
either way,
the night sheets
will cover smoothly
the undone and the proud
the raw and the creeped
to let them fly free
over the day's dusty sheets
through the morning will
calm and sharp
clean and sure
Like a magnificent dawn will perform her cavalcade away flashing back to us on the distance waiting for that one soul who see her running to always come back in time
on time
in time
on time
who knows?
She may be back.
by The Shortfellow
23/04/13