Embers in a dreamland

Under these street signs, old times, reliving past memories

places, spaces, used to be vibrant, now feel like cemeteries

many old faces, lost to the mists of time, photographs erased

burnt in fires, old desires laid waste

Old haunts, we would walk, laugh, joke and talk, memory vacated

buildings, gone or changed, some remain, but the names have faded

stories we told, lost under the rubble of a demolished arcade

the pub down the way, used to have a buzz, now just a takeaway

Under these street lights, used to be a paradise

we would kiss and talk of dreams all night

planning our escapades in the summer rain

never had a reason to complain

So much history, mysteries, our stories soaked into these city streets
our feet marched a beat, this safe haven, a mystical retreat

old flames, fires burnt with passion, the city now a wasteland

blaze no longer sustained, a pile of ashes, just embers in a dreamland

Thanks for reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.