sleeping but not dead
only waiting
no way to be prepared
for what we knew was coming
could feel it, the stillness
like the air would always be pure and bright
the stillness
you could have told me the sun was setting upwards and i'd believe you
end of the illusion
beginning of over
one magic hour breaks
the fall from forever
waking as it planned
darkens, changes
no way to return to
the light we knew was fading