Days end
Nights end
In the far end
At the corner he sits
Scattered pages and books
He looks
Lurks
Like sparkling wine
Everything is fine
Or so it seems
It's dark yet daytime
He swears he can see shadows
Sunset shadows
Long slender casting shadows
Swears he's not crazy
Drifts back to the book in hand
Page after another
He gets lost again
Like this,
Days end
Nights too, they end.
