As I sat up to watch the sky
With none but me to admire
The stars twinkled
The breeze tickled
The rivers of traffic dulled out
Soon the electric stream got cut out
There were the twinkles and the tree
With some rowdy suckers giving company
With some rowdy suckers giving company
The trunks and twigs swayed to a tune
A tune that was slow as a hustling snail
If you blink, it is gone and lost
But my feet dance along to the rhythm unheard
The sound is loud and silent
The move is bold and invisible
The wait for the night to roll over
Give into the day reborn
Why does the breeze sway them here and there
Brings them back to the place they were at
To begin with. What cruel joke of what-ifs and
Maybes, I wonder
The lonely light pole, with no light
Stands there alone just like the other lit towers
What makes it more lonely than the other poles
Waiting for something to change and brighten.
If only it knew, the light is still there, waiting
Not outside, but within.
Here comes the moon, shining with borrowed glory
Borrowed you say. Everyone borrows,
You ignorant watcher on the terrace
If only you knew what's beyond the slight
The stars twinkled
And the breeze spelled the rest.
