The Sun frames the curtain

At the edge of the day

Its offering uncertain

In the usual way...

 

But the window was blown

From the space it revealed

and what once was unknown

is no longer concealed

 

The woken are reeling

from the light they have seen

their frayed edges feeling

their numbed senses keen

 

The Moonlight is haunting

at the end of the day

Its shadows cruel taunting

In the usual way...