The trees blew gently
behind tercotta roofs
tickling grey sky

but the sky didn't
giggle out loud , o no no
Just the wind passing

She wondered about
the street lights , each one looked like
a lamp upon desk

where silent poets
wrote in dark rooms under a
sky of shiny stars

there pens now magpies
as there wings spread high in sky
gracing moments with

beauty unknown to
humans eye , yet in silence
glimpses flicker by

a curse or a gift
She often questions the why's
and reasons of such!!

Maybe her questions
need not be answered , maybe
letting go is best

As the night darkens
and street lights light up the streets
She begins to write

a voice in her head
tells her no more no more , yet
she never listens

She too is a poet
in a dark room under a
sky of shiny stars

But she wants to be
like her friends where a street light
is just a street light