Look out of my window
To see normal life
Mediocre and boring
Same thing day to day
But as the light
Begins to fade
A difference occurs
So subtle
It is hardly noticeable
Darkness descends
As life disappears
Streets deserted
Streetlights then
Illuminate a
Hidden beauty
Hues of orange
Shine on stone
Of the road
Reflection of
The light
Amplify the
Barren isolation
Of the street
The emptiness
It is the beauty
Even if it is
Man-made
It seems unspoilt
By man
The sun rises
To ruin the illusion
Mar 4, 2012
Mar 4, 2012 at 12:24 PM UTC
Look out of my window
To see normal life
Mediocre and boring
Same thing day to day
But as the light
Begins to fade
A difference occurs
So subtle
It is hardly noticeable
Darkness descends
As life disappears
Streets deserted
Streetlights then
Illuminate a
Hidden beauty
Hues of orange
Shine on stone
Of the road
Reflection of
The light
Amplify the
Barren isolation
Of the street
The emptiness
It is the beauty
Even if it is
Man-made
It seems unspoilt
By man
The sun rises
To ruin the illusion