Its 2am, and the city lights
Shine all the brighter for the darkness,
Backdrop of life moving,
Constant flow of sirens, lights, cars;
Lifeblood of the city somewhere down far
Below, and skyscrapers
Mingling with the stars.
And it is still, and I,
We, are in the pause between
Two heartbeats with our fingers intertwined.
It’s 2am, and half the world’s asleep,
Except, the dancers
And the lovers
And the backstreet dwellers
Crushing cigarettes between the cobbled stones
And laughing at the moment
Before heading home,
Or heading out,
Or heading anywhere at all,
The journeyers and voyagers
Marking progress by the flashing of the street lamps
Going by.
But I,
We, are not going anywhere,
Not tonight, not when we are
Here.
It’s 2am, and I
Can hear the world through the window, but
I, we, are
Somewhere else
Entirely.
Cracking piece and a well-chosen picture too!
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