I don't want to flick the light out,
the blazing marble strung up in the night sky casting shadows over and under and between solitary and vacant feelings.
Eventually being mixed into a whirl wind of havoc all the while the moon rolls behind the naked tree limbs and the boiling gold sphere peaks over the adjacent hills.
Slouching in piercing silence, nails stiffen because they're afraid of clinking to the ground. Ripping off all that you treck with.  
Transform to the torn sole of your shoe, breath in the sights.

Shove away from the wall and burst through windows, seeming unsinkable.
Still slouching in piercing silence.
Shadows seem to evade the clear, illuminated streets.
Toss your hat across the river, soaring like a dagger.
Gently gliding like a heron to crouch inside a thicket of your brain.

Trapping those thoughts girl, you know you have to shake them out.
They hold no shadows,
Just like Peter Pan.