Tonight seems so confusing
as the day blends into
the last shot in the
broken dream that
slashes through velvet
clouds.

As I drive down
lonely roads as
memories of possiblities
lingers in the stale
air.

As the last thoughts
flicker in the dying
darkness around me.
Such thoughts of
how quick a day
can go out as
she blows out the
candle.

What do the dying
man think when
death pops and
hugs him?

Is he shocked to
find that all the
conflict and joy
are not savored,
and he is stuck
feeling the sleep
tug at him.

No more dreams,
and all the dreams
that could happen
escape him in tragedy.

So ends a day,
but do we leave it
in our own terms?
So good night,
and good day.

08/13/2005

Posted on 08/14/2005
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