There is a moment when the darkness
Quivers, wavers, and then cracks
spraying the sky with orange, red and gold,
A moment when the fireflies drown in the light
And dreams burn off like fog when I believe in Something more than Armageddon, the rapture, and the tooth fairy. I know he's there by the windswept kiss across my skin, and I am for an instant more than flesh and thought. I am possibility; I am wonder, not the bastard son of Doom and Gloom. I am excited that colors bleed into my palette. I am alive!
And then it goes from red and gold to cooler
shades as years before creep in and fill the blanks. He gives a hot and dusty sigh and slinks off towards the shadows of some citadel where he keeps my treasured on a shelf,
And so I go about my day like icicles; cold and sharp and slowly dripping into nothing.