Fluffy pillows over my head,
a bed made ready for the night,
someone opens a sleepy eye
to let the sun pour through –
a last good bye
before darkness falls as rusty rain
and night throws a tub of paint
as black as coal
onto the waiting land,
impenetrable veil
that covers what is right
and hides some things forbidden
then this town awakes anew
for its nightly letting go
of all stress and sorrow
and inhibitions, too

Sybille(Sydney)Krivenko 2007