Here again I sit,
pen in hand, as
the cycle begins
and the night draws in.
A golden leaf falls slowly
from the solitary tree
as the rain
starts to pour heavily.
I take the same seat every night.
The same smiles meet my eyes
across the same still air.
The same faces emblazoned
in the fluorescent light
etched to my mind.
A smile beaming wide.
Or is it a grimace that I try to hide?
The ripples of time
flicker in the
stolen moonlight
like waves
under a spotlight.
And the hope of life
lures me in like gravity
wrapping her arms around me,
or the pull of the tides
on which my thoughts are surfing.
Newspaper sits turning its pages
in the hands of a man who is
just skimming the pictures.
The poet sits. As he does most nights.
A smile hidden in the lines around his eyes.
Beauty sits opposite those eyelids
in his dreamy stationary life.
To blink is to hide away the smile inside,
the dreams that swirl across the mind’s eye.
Change clangs to the floor
as tears drop from
the broken-hearted girl
stood shrinking into the wall like ivy.
Nursing a coffee, steam fogging her glasses,
already clouded by the tears cried.
A quirky angel swims in the wishes
of a longing gaze, sat merely feet away,
but words are left on a station seat.
Awaiting another wave on a different sea.
Through the rain an umbrella runs
like the makeup she wears,
caught in this downpour unaware,
striding through lakes
like a giant across the lands,
before she sinks into a seat,
warming her hands.
The tired heart of the
lonesome poet sits
distantly wishing to be home again.
As the rain outside slowly fades
he dreams of another brighter day.
Watching life and its mysterious ways.
Dreaming of that smile
which sets his heart ablaze.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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