Drying in the night

The night stretched long and wide.

The rain steady and cold.

The streetlights dim and foreboding.

The anger deep and bold.

 

One apple if you please?

 

So many people, yet all so lonely.

An attaché late for work

A tourist ripe for the plucking

A mother and daughter sees me and smirks.

 

A place to sleep maybe?

 

A street run crooked

A river rushes by

An old man sitting, shivering

Billboards filled with lies.

 

Spare change for a needy?

 

A kind heart, sympathy

Just another ... pity eyes

How they sit in their smug satisfaction

While another dream dies.

 

And day turns into night

 

Cold

Hatred

Silently

Calculated

Methodically

 

Fear

Hunger

Division

Abandonment

Disillusionment

 

Death

 

Death is welcome

But death is not to be

Life clings with claws

Live was given to me.

 

I want to soar

High in the sky's

To look down

Above all the lies

 

To swop in

And make my kill

To leap away

Into the nightly still

 

To know what's in a heart

Before mine is broken again

To see the future days

And to sleep a dreamless nights.

 

If dreams are all I have

Then dreams will all I keep

I will not share it with you

Until you and I are in too deep

 

Would you share my dream?

Help me soar above the world?

Or would you squash the dream?

And keep it for yourself?

 

The rain has stopped

The moon is out.

The stars twinkle

in and out.

 

There on a lamp post

A hawk watches the night.

His wings spread to dry

And soon he will take flight.

 

Me

My dreams

Wrapped in wings

For soon to fly

Drying in the night.