Twilight Fires

Mourning faces in the street,
Two, the many faces I meet,
Too conscious of
Too few today.

My shaven hairs bristle
In electronic reception,
Receiving every breath and twitch
Of their restless penchants resting.

A day for fighting my way back home,
To girl and glow,
To love wrapped in shinny bows,
To the she and me serenity.

And all the while
The invisible dragon smile
Waits for his grinning hour,
His gnashing advance upon history.

Tonight, tomorrow,
26 days hence,
Now,
Hear the screeching hinge
Of a forgotten fence.

Dire matters, and comforts familiar.
Drama’s death, boxed and sold,
As we to our solid leaning pillar hold.

No new subjects to reveal,
No new kings to flay and peel
Of our eyes and their sightless clothes.

Bathed in twilight fires,
Just kiss me softly hard
And stay with me waiting
For the first falling stars.