sunlight declares a peace it doesn't possess, drenching the world in quiet; quiet like your eyes when they turned into the night. people show their true selves in the words they use on sundays, after all the friday night smiles have been washed out & what remains is anxiety or tenderness, & the soft rustle of red & yellow leaves on the ground, hushing the wind to keep your secrets from me. the air is cold and fresh now, and holds no promises, but the shivers within get a break to recover from days with teeth. we are all shivering on different wavelengths, sometimes louder, sometimes darker, but drenched in this sunlight full of wisdom. burning our faces as if to tell us about the past, tell us about those moments we've fallen from since, the home feelings of morning embraces and the fires within you i never get to see. the fires that break into sweat at this point where hot becomes cold, and all throw up their hands as the beat kicks in.