City

Moonless travels, silence enshrouds wispy streets 

of autumn spray under auroras of emerald lamplight.

Starless meander in headlight halo

of a seldom evening rush

as few trace darkened paths.

Alehouse glow of "open" neon veins

curled in sapphire flames.

To bid excursion in euphoric cold,

twas each passerby of plaid and gray

in exit of lonesome day.

Decor of colored lanterns seemingly haul youthful echoes

which they gracefully enfold.

To bid tour of city cosmos under cascades of indigo clouds,

tis where each cynic resides in their warm winter shrouds. 

Reviews

[itsjordan]

great poem and amazing imagery -jay

[William Gardner]

A great sense of language and an image outside a bar on a cold dark night. I feel it, but had to read a few times to see it, preserve the strength of your last line. It's moonless, its starless and then its under cascades of indigo? Has time passed, is there more? Let me know. Best.