Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Lights (a poem)

The city sleeps while I’m awake,
I look out the window as the hours take.
The lights are bright and yellow in glow,
The sidewalk reflects the moments thrown.
The air is still and well refined,
Yet the wind cannot seem to untwine.
The night is silent and the stars are fair,
Though everyone seems to want to be elsewhere.
The people sleep and dream above,
Though their desires lean them toward what they love.
The choice is present, the choice is theirs,
But the comfort of the bed leaves no care.
The neon signs flash with might,
Though people seem to ignore the sight.
The lights reflect the window’s glow
As I sit in my bed looking below.

-Brandon

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