Stolen Nights

Dawn crosses itself through my latenight dreams The bruised fingers of the skies, me awakening. Where light was spotted before the start This gray uncoils from my fist, squeezed with my heart. Now the breakdown of once shut eyes strain Dawn is called true daybreak — With another outward far off shine She's only ghost according to clockwork time Morning on glass through ever bonding cobwebs The dark in its light, still descends.