From the dark hill the huddled homes
Shine like sequins and sapphires;
Families each sealed inside
The frail fortress peace of mind requires

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.