The mid-night breeze goes around
Checks twice, if the world
is locked up warm for the night.
Four feet alone, together remain awake
in a tent of yellow mist
hanging from the street lamp.
Clasped hands are air tight
holding on to the time left.
Beyond this, the night
clouding over everything.
Dark blue or black
it is opaque even to imagination.
In its velvet shoes a cat goes past.
A dejavu with sparkling eyes.
There is a quick hug.
Fear doesn't spare togetherness.
That hanging fear for tomorrow.
All this while
shadows are at work.
They seem to clue in:
Now is the time, now is the time.
To breach another boundary.
Checks twice, if the world
is locked up warm for the night.
Four feet alone, together remain awake
in a tent of yellow mist
hanging from the street lamp.
Clasped hands are air tight
holding on to the time left.
Beyond this, the night
clouding over everything.
Dark blue or black
it is opaque even to imagination.
In its velvet shoes a cat goes past.
A dejavu with sparkling eyes.
There is a quick hug.
Fear doesn't spare togetherness.
That hanging fear for tomorrow.
All this while
shadows are at work.
They seem to clue in:
Now is the time, now is the time.
To breach another boundary.
1 comment:
Next time I am walking around in night (might be next weekend @insti), this is how I will end up imagining things. Lovely images. Especially-
The mid-night breeze goes around
Checks twice, if the world
is locked up warm for the night.
and
Dark blue or black
it is opaque even to imagination.
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