Summer breezes
through the calm
crowded streets
the setting sun

I am the lights that illuminate
the still water
the gleaming frescos
like precious jewels

the artist painting madly
capturing the calm scene
through his chaotic eyes

smells of fresh bread
hooking tourists by the noses
dashing into the shops

cobblestone ally
soft lamp light
luring, calling,
to the worthy passerby

Everyone is gone.

the moon scouring
the street with the stars
not a mortal to be seen
though no one is there,
their pleasure still lingers,
sweetly calling into the night