O’ dear evening do we live or we survive
through this labyrinth these hours knit
across the horizon with blinding light
lives we breathe with every sigh
words we kneed with each finger
airs that throw caution to the winds
light that sings to the tune of darkness
rains deprived of centuries of hunger
hailstorm that kills this grass
flowers that bloom on threshold of drought
skyscrapers that fall short to scarecrows
O’ dear evening please do tell me more…
