From the dark hill the huddled homes
Shine like sequins and sapphires;
Families each sealed inside
The frail fortress peace of mind requires
A switch is snapped, and the borderline
Between night and day is gone.
Between shifting sea and firm ground,
Between savage and civilisation
Sleep guides unseen
Into new territitory every night;
Abandons us to what we keep
Enslaved within the hours of light.
