Thursday, May 8, 2014

Days End

     Sometimes days end before the night has a chance to pull her blanket of stars tight across the sky. The world gives in and sheds its skin and yearns to be reborn. What the daylight cant repair the night time will restore.
     Sometimes the light refuses to give way and we watch in awe as what was once the master of the day, loses its battle, one glorious ray at a time. Retreating                                                         from our sight until all thats left is yesterday and a                                                              promise. 
      Sometimes we are, but most times we are just dreams. 
Good Night Y'all
R. Sweat