A cold air of paranoia hallucinates outside,
as the trees give a shiver, shaking off flies,
the shadowy streets goad the morning to rise
and a dusty light fails in the far-away sky.

A slow, soundless and sinister breeze
strokes fear gently behind the ears.
But, somewhere within this murderous scene,
an essence of peace appears

for no sunlight scorches the soil
or burns the lightless eyes.
No creature disturbs the dew,
or spoils the air with a cry.

The dark velvet above, protects us all
from yesterday’s recall.
Engraved in the heart of a cool pre-dawn
is the wording that states: a new day is born.