I want to roam the city streets,
forget what we've been through,
dance under the orange beams
of streetlights casting
shadows into the night,
sway to the hum of
a melody knit into
bricks shifting underfoot.
The thrum of downtown
rises to the surface,
matching the shuffle of
anxious strolls and cautious steps.
We can tuck ourselves into
the far reaches of the lone alleyways,
hidden from the sight of the passersby,
the forgotten places where
no one else dares to roam.

In this night, tonight, and further
we may choose to lose ourselves
and find ourselves
beyond the indistinct chatter
and the natural breath
of a city soul as restless as ours.
Masked by the moonlit clouds
and distant train cars
settling in an uninhabited freight yard,
we are riding the tracks,
one step forward into the next,
teetering with the unknown.
If we are careful
we can catch a glimpse of tomorrow
looking backwards as we go,
so say you will.