Dull lamp posts’ glow highlight the cracks in our skin
while the roses bleed the clear tears of the coming morn.
Time speeds too quickly through the dreams of the resting
but will leave them slightly less broken when they wake.
The guardians and healers stand and watch
waiting to fix whatever wrongs the night brings.
It is not a shift that is full of flash and glory
but it’s importance is equal with the rest.
This is the time when either the owls will find their prey,
or the mouse will find it’s hole.
Stars shine with their unmatched wonder
at a time when nobody is there to witness.
Homes may not buzz with energy and life, but it exists
ever flowing under the surface as the clock hand strikes