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…