hour

i like it when

the sky cannot

change her mind

and she cries

pink into the waters

and hugs the heavens

with her pain

as she lets go

of today.

yesterday.

she cloaks the air

in darkness

so that those that

who need to hide

can hide

and the lonely

souls

can be lonesome.

the docks

rock the waters

and the lights flicker

on

and those who

need to cry

cry with her

hoping that she

will remember

to bring the sun

tomorrow.

today.

hour of the golden

the lost and the broken

longing for

yesterday.