This is how love is…
One is misunderstood,
Another walks into the vast sparkle
Of a Van Gogh night.
Street lights illuminate
The city bridge and high-rise buildings,
A concrete map constructed
Of midnight black and chip-block.
Somewhere in a field beyond
The lonesome road, another stray soul
Roams the green fields,
A pale piece of ivory moving with the wind.
And beyond the pavement and
A crowd of trees, their leaves
Whispering softly in a warm breeze,
Roars a bitter sea,
It slides amongst the coast
And the darkened underwater coves
Like a blue silhouette of the finest ink.
And somewhere someone
I don’t know is speaking
Into the hollow neck of a tall glass,
Gazing out their window
Into the landscape of an alleyway.
But this does not matter.
What matters is
It is midnight,
And it has been a long time
Since I gathered the ocean in my hands,
Felt the wing-beats
Of pelicans and seagulls
Flash their quick breeze past me.
And somewhere far away
Center-piece in a square
Of yellow window-lightSomeone is dancing alone.
Written for a prompt at Magpie Tales and shared at Toads open link.