As love floats in the street in its flowing cloak of dreams, As life goes to sleep to the sweet chimes of a broken clock. Twilight As stars come up and sweet song of twilight blows upon the wooden gramophones of the street, As the moon comes out and the lilting melody of its gait grows in its shadows upon the still waters on the bay. As the lights dim in the windows and the moans dissolve in the dark alleys, As the poets by their desk trip over incomplete verses and benign punctuation. As the innocent children pray for their fairies in their tender cushions, As the broken hearts wrestle with their insomnia.
