Coming Of New Days

Luminous hours sunder, as dusk aligns in. Gratis spirits straggle, suiting night tides begin.
In advance of shadows, the alleys and crowd, essences now jaunting, lusts for patent aloud.
Burly rolling wisps, perspiration- ample the air, this lightless ness with breaths fleetly, as if no occasion to spare.
Clamor of sunlight brio, slothful it will rid- exposing variant entity, that past tense once stored hid.
Hearths now resolved, daintily so aglow- the incense of their remainder, marrying breezes that blow.
Swaddled in their contentment, the innocent dream away, as nightfall concludes it's end to commence a brand new day.