something settles

The day ends its half-hearted procession in a flow of gray disarray, the music of the wind whipping the clouds into riot the last song played before the languid descent into another faceless night. The fluid beauty of an ever changing constant, that river feeling when you finally reach the water you could only hear beyond rock, fern and tree. Awash in the white noise calm, wearing that sinking ship smile best kept for untidy endings and brutal truths. The sky speeds by, a tide of leaving light.

Dusk comes on with that wallflower feeling, the sense that there is no dance to be had despite all the music and the wild dancing. The sorting of imagined priorities, the cast off gloves of these bitter, leading questions. The sorts of things you say to yourself when you run out of typical ways to wound you. The devil's narrative of failure and lack, the hard cold facts of where you went wrong. Darkness nestles upon glass and lumber, saving the last dance for another kind of revel.

There is that moment, when you know you should sleep. When you know you must change something in the mix before the rough house herald gets out of hand. When the self involvement of contempt can only lead down the ragged and unpaved road of lines crossed and tomorrows scrapped. The wind rolls down over the darkened streets and empty eyes, unfettered and hungry, dancing its endless reel. Something settles, just out of sight. Something settles, its belly glutted with lonesome souls and last words. You want to see the stars, but know instead you better watch your step.