(1)
In this dream I watched
your silhouette dress.
Sounds of the streets below
carried by the autumn wind.
We had a place to be
but I do not remember where.
I caught a glance of your eyes
in the mirror and the soft blue
with a hint of smile told
me this was not real.
(2)
I wandered the streets
of mirrors for days
and weeks searching for the
one last person I knew.
(3)
I stood at the corner
beneath buildings of
concrete and glass.
Rain fell everywhere but
upon me and I walked
dry and untouched down
empty streets and empty lives.
(4)
I stood at the corner
and waited for the last bus.
Its doors opened but no one exited.
I boarded and there was no driver.
The inside was dark and wet.
I stumbled around trying to
find anything and after
hours of a fruitless search
I sat down and fell asleep
while the bus left the station.
Downtown Streets, by Twisted Root Studios – http://www.twistedrootstudios.com
