the light has abandoned us all,
so i turn to you, in the dark of night
to hold us till next dusk.
i know exhaustion nips at your
bones and joints, but we’ll come
to rest soon. i’ll carry you as far
as i can –
i'm sorry there isn’t more
i can do:
i've foolishly burned myself
ages ago, to compete with
the sun,
now look.
prompt: night/dusk suggested by obscure in the napowrimo thread
