dew drops

swaying as the wind does
in it's early morning wake
and the dew drops hold
late memories of the night
picturesque in darkened drab
with plight
and the pendulum swings
tick
tock
tick
tock
pacing with the hearts of lovers
lost in the race
with a quick embrace
nothing more than a sigh
in due passing

screams of angst and passion ring out
through the damp night air
as the city sleeps

souls quarrel
fixated on the only thing they trust
in themselves
to hold and be held
begging for affection and attention
and a little security
because we all have our worries
and the need for a pat on the back
with whispers in our ears
that
"it'll be okay".

singing the sweetest lullaby
breathy words wavering in song
to calm the nerves
cooing us to sleep
in this time of hate
and resistance to change
clinging on to comfort
things to pass the time
thoughts flooding our bodies
of the present and past lives
but i digress.

peace and love be with you tonight
we all sleep here
under the sky of black
stricken with stars and planets alike
which makes this whole connection
seem plausible
in dew drop light.