Saturday evening and it's getting late You're on your own two feet and smiling Wishing your friend goodbye as you walk them home They shut the door and you realize you're alone.
The darkness consumes the sky above And the chilly wind whispers in your ears As you start to turn to face the fears Of the long journey home, it's a night to love.
Walking home you see the trees They wave back and forward as if saying hello The night lights in the sky and the street ahead Make you feel comfortable as you stride forward.
Across the traffic bridge, you gaze over the ledge Many cars drive by, vanishing underneath you Taking a seat, feet hanging from the edge "Can't help but just enjoy the view."
A poem not intended to rhyme, but just to present an evening image