...

Dusk, 

Rising moon, 

a scratch on night sky's skin, 

a passion mark 

by a new found lover. 

Bourbon and tobacco 

are my company tonight, 

sitting on a table 

in a distant land. 

Distant not by miles, 

but people, 

calm and shiny 

masks without a soul. 

By the channel, 

through the bars and crowd, 

there are couples passing, 

holding hands and kissing, 

but like finished bottles, 

they're blank, transparent, 

empty from inside... 

Cold, silent evening, 

water still as lake. 

Beautiful and peaceful, 

shiny, 

but it's fake

Reviews

[Dr. YumnaKay]

"Cold, silent evening,
water still as lake.
Beautiful and peaceful,
shiny,
but it's fake"
Loved these lines and the reality of it. Deep poetry here ☺

[Momchil Atanasoff]

Thank you very much :)

[Dr. YumnaKay]

You are welcome! The pleasure was mine ☺