As the sun set and the clouds became the night black
The glamour failed and they saw the other side,
A bay of red and crimson, banked by peaks and shadowed cliffs,
A place that existed for them to marvel at,
A glimpse into a world where it had never happened,
Where it was all still, as it used to be, as it should have been,
Stretched out beyond their grasp, lingering to remind them that within the intake of breath and the receding whisper of the waves -
Was the rhythm of tomorrow's thoughts and the beating of a heart only bruised.