Winds knock at directions that stray
Where hate and love clashes alike
There, the extreme ends collide
Sweet slumber impoverishes power over nightfall
Owls, redundant with nature's queer call
Dreams sift with surrealism
Life awakes at every sunrise's enrichments
Rainbows turn grey
Colours void of array
Twenty four, misused
Breezes, misdirected
Interception, misunderstood
Sleep, manipulated
Unconscious, too, jaded
Vibrance, taken
Away.
Best friends loving.