Sunday, January 31, 2016

Works of the Night

Sparkling and glittering
In the dark, windy night,
The signs are shimmering.
In the glow of streetlight,
I shifted on my seat
Beside the blurry street.

Citizens walking home
From another day's work
While some of the youths roam
Like tines on Satan's fork,
Out waiting for mischief
'Til they're caught by the chief.

Those scattered diamonds
Of their twinkling I'm fond
In the sky each second.

Glowing windows of homes,
Silence is deafening.
Now walking alone
In the night so freezing.
The creatures of the night
Live in my homeless life.
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