Lit up by the shining full moon,
Enwrapped by the biting October wind,
Roofed by the clear bright stars,
Standing with the hard, cold concrete
beneath my feet of ice,
Time passes in circles,
Each breath is hours from the last,
Each heartbeat stumbles before the next.
There is no traffic,
this time of night,
No passerby to break the silence,
No owl in this city
to keep me company.
My thoughts have traveled
a million light years and back,
they rest on you.
and is an extension of imagination
From the dark alleyway
a stone rattles against a brick,
From the black shadow
your form explodes into the light.
Your passionate greeting
leaves me bonless
We walk to the river,
along the bank,
but nothing on our common mind.