hard monday’s night

of vesper magic,
let me hold your hand
and dance your sorrow away
towards forsaken streets of rest
softened by blushing dusk
that breathes with mauve shimmer
as pieces of our reveries
form somber clouds,
solemn yet weightless,
turning earthy dust into faint sighs
of the snowing wind chimes
where a subtle frame of the fading day
reflects light in grace of a sepian firefly
painted near the old clock tower
and our steps are like crayoned wishes
sent to the shapeless fragility
of wintering sky.

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