PROMISE

PROMISE

and nightfall brings
the promise of release
from daily toil

the neon skyline
shimmeringly bathes
the arena of desire

in technicolour majesty

Malcolm Evison 

a few nights ago - in the wee small hours - these lines emerged, shaped and reshaped themselves, as I lay in that hinterland between wakefulness and restlessness - I scribbled them down before trying to settle back to sleep and I've just rediscovered
the scribbled note