In dreams I have dreamed it would not come.

And I have bleary eyes and a heavy mind.

The air heavy and portentous.

And the sun seems to hang as if thumb tacked to a back drop of hazy sky.

I am weary of the day. Waiting. Anticipating a curtain fall.

Wrapping around me like a dark velvet cloak.

Darkness is the lullaby my soul seeks.