Dusk brings with it the scent of maybe
Heaps on a load of never mind
And a lonely pale sun-shot sky fading
Into night fells any hope you might
Have been holding out for something
Just out of sight, more sensed
Than actually witnessed - something
Light as spider's web silk skimming through
Your early waking dreams leaving
Flecks of impossibilities littering
End of day imaginings that fill you
With an odd blend of optimism and despair
So overwhelming that standing still
Becomes mandatory or the room begins
To sway and the floor rushes up
