Tuesday, November 23, 2010

The walk

The day is done,
The lights are down,
The shutters are closed,
In the sleepy town.
A wind-chime chimes
As the night wind blows,
Over a sea of darkness,
Gusts of snow.
The street lights bend,
Over the quiet of the air
Like the little Gods,
That from the heavens stare.
The traffic lights play,
A symphony strange,
Unawares of their futility,
As in unison change.
I say, Oh dance away,
At the wind's behest,
My day was endless as my wait,
But it's still a night long walk to rest.
And I smell slumber not too far, 
On my long night's walk to rest.

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