We went to bed in the cruellest places,
hoping to wake to beautiful things.
And I suppose the way twilight crept
through gauzy drapes and cracked glass
to lay its cool glow over sleepy eyes,
held a particular beauty.
For when dawn crawled through torn drapes
and shattered glass to lay its tired glow
over wounded eyes, we yearned to chase twilight
into the cruelest places, again.
© Nicole Lyons 2017