Streets that never sleep

 

I walk

streets

that never sleep,

Deep in the early morning light,

as it seeps discreetly,

creeping slowly beyond midnight.

Life still wanders past,

lost in their own storyline.

I wonder to myself. I ask,

where they have been,

where are they going?

I picture hearts being awakened,

as souls look up

through the fog

and pollution soup,

witnessing the love

of the bright moon.

 

Beyond the skyscrapers

that graze the sky,

piercing through

the veil of night.

Intoxicated by the air.

Light falls to the ground

like snowdrops floating around.

In this wonderland, I walk.

Sing to myself, 

I twist the key

in the padlock

wrapped around my timidity,

let my inhibitions walk beside,

and sing in harmony.

 

I walk around

circuses with no tents.

Intense thoughts

spill through my head.

I walk around

as the night flows.

could walk in circles

and no one would know.

I take a late bus or train,

anywhere

and everywhere

then back again,

and I let the stories start to leak

on my new crisp blank page,

in this city that never sleeps.

 

 

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