Different

'...the thorn in sharpened shade weathers all loneliness.' -Hart Crane Branches scratch the sky blanching the twilight pale and grey, the day is dying; my way is dark and dismal, the night jar's distant cry my only solace as I wander washed in reveries of you and wish with all my heart it could be different. (Note: an exercise in alliteration and assonance... short 'a,' long 'a,' long 'i,' short 'i,' short 'o' assonance. 'b,' 's,' 'd,' 'w' alliteration. Poetry is music... similar sounds and a deliberate rhythm.)