I pass the stranger
On the street.
He wears a gray coat
The color of the sky.
The light is gone,
Exiled for the day.
The world is changing.
The stranger speaks
In a foreign tongue.
His sickness not
Long for asylum.

Living for the moment
As darkness swallows the stars.
It is almost too late
As the light fades.
Forests ignite and the woman
You love turns to salt.
She finds a nest inside your
Wounded heart, which turns
Snow-cold and pulse free.