evening comes on
it comes across the brow of the horizon
it screams sunday night
It crawls across your forehead
a light layer of fast evapourating sweat
the dusk subsides night pushed in
A subtle humidity breezes through the gardens
The ones that were planted for aroma
evening dew hangs onto the plants
Painting them as darkness engulfs it all
The mind conspires toward dream
as you ponder going to bed
Evening comes on like a new face
Like a toke suddenly effecting a stone
Like a hangover disappating
The day crawls away abandoned
relinquished from the sky
The sky is that unfaithful maiden
Testing the day and night across her
To see which one strokes her clouds with more ardor
These moments are for the night
The imminent eminence
For soon the stars and moon
This is how the night out-seduces the day
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