Tuesday, 14 April 2020

Paint Runs



Peering back through the dark
graffitied walls lit by moonlights shine
something inside causes a spark
like a streetlight illuminated lifeline

And the day fades, swept into the rain
I’m back, in a distant time
when the sky was less grey stained
and I was in my prime

The colours jump from the walls
the lines and circles, the vibrant shades
the bright artistic scrawls
tell of yesterday’s escapades

Dancing like the world didn’t know we were there
no-one heard us sing, nobody saw our smiles stretch for miles
only the graffiti layered brick work could share
in the stories we created in those memory files

Walking through fluorescent streetlight lit sites
the graffiti watched us as we talked of a future
neon and bright, we thought it was always going to be us against the night
heading home at the call of the rooster

The paint ran when the storm came
when yesterday’s flame set your heart on fire again
and I stood in my prime, surrounded by lakes of neon tears
wasting away the years


Thanks For Reading
Peace & Love.
Kyle.

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