At break of grey

A thousand lights swarm

with the break of grey *

like fireflies descent upon the warm

sanctuary of the hidden day.

No sight,

No light.

They will sway before they bend

a multitude consumed

before they mend

tragedies in twilight bloomed.

* Inspired by the oh so grey, and oh so dark, and oh so slushy morning today in Colorado. Hurrah for people forgetting how to drive in the two weeks since they last saw snow… Thankfully this, like all things, can get the poetic gears turning in this silly little head of mine, and expand beyond mere road-based frustrations. I would have gotten a picture to add…but I was a little busy trying not to die. Seemed important.