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Phil B Dec 2014
At night I dream of a cityscape,
vast and bright across a lake.
A breeze blows soft across my face
as heart and mind did celebrate,

the city which spanned a thought horizon,
and bridged the night for old Orion.
This moonlit causeway- that splits the sky,
Traversed by stars that walk the night.

For Luna did smile upon grey streets,
and lit grey towers of pure concrete.
Illuminated the dark, and pale, and cold,
She bathed the raw night in a blanket of gold.

This city of dreams that I wander alone,
becomes a home and a place of my own,
however, even this city can not hide nor run,
from the eventual coming of the rising sun.

Sleep, my mistress, hold onto me tight,
and stay with me, till the crack of first light.
We'll meet once more under night's dark drape,
as I dream once more of a cityscape.
Composed 2am in bed
Phil B Dec 2014
I walked among a garden green,
well paved and split by beams
of fence posts new and densely lacquered,
This garden that man has gently shattered.

Far in I found small office blocks,
amid the green were charging docks,
and soon did I sit down and sigh
at tender faces -- eager for wi-fi.

The fauna made for a lovely sight
as joggers came and passed it by,
their music playing on phones strapped tight,
the moment was waste and so I cry,
For what life did lose to technology.
Composed in a city park.

— The End —