There is a certain coldness with the comfort
of divisions; in the border of a window,
I stay detached; I’m safe and covered
cloaked by this, my darkest night. The rainbow
is a kitchen light of houses darkly bent,
an echo dreaming past the river’s edge;
Between, I’m stranded, standing still and sent
as outcast, waiting, clinging to this ledge.
I’m saved from burning kilns of martial rows,
I’m shaded by my cross to bear alone,
regretting that I couldn’t stand your glow
of future hopes that turned my heart to stone.
Before I drowned I thrived behind your walls
Before I died I ceased to listen to your calls.
Kim inspire us with this wonderful picture of a city by nigh today at dVerse Poetics. Write about a city at night. Join us when the bar opens.
November 22, 2016