a living window
on a screen
and time is
dusk, it’s so serene
the sherry
nights are drawing in
the solitary
nights, the nights of sin
as fortune plays
his game of chance
the tapping
fingers crave romance
to love the sun,
the moon, the air
to not be here,
to be somewhere
inbound songs,
the notes perfuse
with words, and
thoughts that lose
still more of
what and why was here
as on the screen
dark does appear
foreboding
tales, of means and ends
out there the
world is all pretends
to look upon the
running lives
to watch and see
which one survives
crescendos come,
crescendos go
observing them
is all I know
and when the
lights go out, to see
the darkness, all
that’s left is me
©HeyHey 2016
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