They handcuffed the word Yester night, with the charge of being archaic.
It is sin, to leave such a word of beauty, to rot in the past.
I shall bail the word out, for yester night makes all the sense in the world. I can hear the word melt in my mouth.
Yester night, I dreamed a dream of being asleep, in full submission.
It was yester night, that she told me of the hopes that she carried; in the drowse of a sweet night.
Yester night, the wind carried a hoot; a distant one from a lone bird.
Yester night allows. Anger pushes through into silent tears. Into muffles and heavy breathing and stiff jaws and gritted teeth.
I suddenly found myself remembering people yester night; people whom I should always remember and I am guilty of yester night.
It is full of charm. I cannot wait to tell my friends about the yester nights to come.