In the silent hour between dreams and the sun
I woke up and looked out upon the city
As night was fading but the day had not yet begun

They say that in the city a day is never done
And there is no such thing as stopping, not even
In the silent hour between dreams and the sun

From windows static whispered like threads spun
from silver, trailing into the smoky sky
As night was fading but the day had not yet begun

I tasted the neon glow and watched the lights run
Swirling into a midnight cocktail streaked with colour
In the silent hour between dreams and the sun

And I understood, then, in a heartbeat, how anyone
can get drunk on pleasure, fall into sweetest sin
As night was fading but the day had not yet begun

Some of the things that decide how the war is won
are the thoughts that pass through countless minds
As night was fading but the day had not yet begun
In the silent hour between dreams and the sun.

-note: kind of a blank-verse-villanelle, not using the second line rhyme system xD

ny

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