Walking through the fabled night
of ancient skies and gray sidewalks
Stepping into the world
of hot humid June
When metals towered over the sky,
Like match sticks lined up above stones
the luminescent streets blazed
into the night
Those glasses that shimmered
bright lights and yellow fireworks,
Falling with gravity,
relishing in sweet air and downfall
The wind from a distant land
that caressed the trees,
their shadows dancing
on the streets
I saw you there in broad shadows
when I marched amidst silence
I have lost my path
to the night that has fallen
But in your eternal flames, I stood
knowing that I’m still here