If there only exisisted one day
Framed between only sunst and early dawn.
Id wait until the split second when
A cloud soars into my eyes while pink tears
Fall away from my chin to
Drop into the  bay as if a thousand casual every day
Strangers here and now  could notice how many
Grains of sand got tooken for granted
In the golden hours when work looses
The anxious wave of taking back our sunset
And bearded moss filled evergreen dreams.