Window Glass Murmur

Night time beckons,
(Or does it sneak?)
A bottomless languor,
Meanders beneath the covers.
You shake it off, work it off, breathe it off, live it off
Are you so tough?
And you try your best by the brightness
To transcend the walls
With all their white lightness

Night time beckons
(Or does it hover?)
Diamond images and coffe stains,
Elephant skin and window panes
Night time beckons
And a ripple imbues
You posses a lull-like varying luster
And your listless apathy
Can frenzy me into a hissing fluster
Night time beckons

(Or does it dissemble?)
The city appears to ooze a chatoyant felicity
For all that our demure contours leak fiercely
Beguiled and bemused
We seek calamity
Dulcet images and cheap champagne,
Opulent within and comely restrain

Night time beckons
(Or does it radiate?)
Pink glows and adolescent sparkles,
All the blackness and silence
Drizzle me in sprinkles
The night time softly beckons,
(Softly)