Just wrote this while tucked up in bed with the rain hitting the windows..hope you like it.
The street lights seem to flicker in the rain
and the reflections from the dark wet road shimmer,
like stars that are lost to eternity.
The breeze takes the raindrops this way and that,
in a frenzied dance inspired by the neon filled horizon.
The hustle and bustle of the day has given way to night.
Where once stood hundreds now only a lone cat casts a shadow
seemingly oblivious to the flashing science of lights
lit up to pedal the wares of business people long gone for the night.
A sign swings in the breeze to and fro with an eerie squeal,
Discarded paper forms spirals in the air in defiance of gravity
casting shadows on wet brickwork and shop windows
The reality of our own mortality swamps my thoughts.
At once the silence is deafening and frightening at the same time.
It's 4 a.m in the City.
The street lights seem to flicker in the rain
and the reflections from the dark wet road shimmer,
like stars that are lost to eternity.
The breeze takes the raindrops this way and that,
in a frenzied dance inspired by the neon filled horizon.
The hustle and bustle of the day has given way to night.
Where once stood hundreds now only a lone cat casts a shadow
seemingly oblivious to the flashing science of lights
lit up to pedal the wares of business people long gone for the night.
A sign swings in the breeze to and fro with an eerie squeal,
Discarded paper forms spirals in the air in defiance of gravity
casting shadows on wet brickwork and shop windows
The reality of our own mortality swamps my thoughts.
At once the silence is deafening and frightening at the same time.
It's 4 a.m in the City.
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