It's about that time

It’s about that time the Sun went down
And city woke up to illuminating darkness 
It rained that evening 
And through drenched clouds, 
Wind sang an eulogy for time
That sublimated, brick by brick 
In the towers that rule the world now. 

It’s about time when dozen of the last birds flew over a broken home
Their wings spread through contours of memories 
Chanting the hymn to erase the marks of hungry past 

It’s about time when the last of dusty roads
Kissed the goodbye to nameless flowers 
And burned them all in aimless tar.