Oh, those stationary nights,
watching life just flutter by
under starlight skies.
I watch the fairy lights take flight,
cold wind chills me to the bone.
That old whistle reminds me
that I’m still human
and that these skin and bones
still feel the hurt
when the cold freezes
the wrenched free tears
to my cheeks like dirt.
On these stationary nights
when my mind sits
empty and life floats by,
when I’m alone
and even my tears
won’t come and sit beside.
I stand and let my heart boom,
for I don’t pity, I’m in the city
and my heart sits pretty
knowing that things will turn out right,
when I take off my shit smeared lenses
and see the beauty in the fairy light
that dazzles my eyes.
On these stationary nights,
when there isn’t another soul in sight,
when it’s like the world has left
and I’m stood right outside
just peering in at the
display window scene,
trying to get some attention.
Just someone to mention
that I am missing, that I’m distant,
that my smile is not present.
I don’t hide, I don’t fall to the ground,
I don’t stomp my feet loud
and shout how life is unfair,
I let my smile grow wider.
For this is my story and I’ll live
every page as if it’s the last,
and if I’m alone and I’m cold
then I’ll look to the lights,
those fairy lights that twinkle
so bold and bright,
their colours a delight,
mixing the night
into a kaleidoscope sky.
I’ll smile and I won’t sigh,
for there is a whole world I haven’t seen,
there are sensations I’ve still to feel,
sights that will blow my mind,
adventures that I will find.
So why sit and sigh at a sky
that is trying to show me her light?
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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