For a Single Sight
September 26, 2011
The night is uncensored
with flashes of light that predominate,
and as yellow and blue
stand definitively
side to side
untainted or altered
a background of buildings
reincarnate the past
marking the living colours.
. . .
The moon is all that hangs there
still
you hear no sound for splits of seconds
that is fascination what you see
is only shades and shadows of colours
and as the strongest and heaviest
scents prevail from the rest
what remains is a breeze and a whisper,
a whisper of foot steps and cars passing by.
. . .
The road is unsteady and filled with tricks
but knowing these roads in the morning
so familiar, yet so strange at night
having even the inanimate things that move
seem alive with a spirit, a soul.
. . .
The stranger of this night
can only stand by a single thought
that who once lived
will once die
and what comes to count
is the play between the lights.
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