Cityscape (City Escape)
I go to a secret place and behold
the panoramic vista of the city
and from this vantage point, I see
sights to marvel, lives to wonder
and where the Delphic steam rises,
vanishing the terrible thoughts
and even if the future is yet uncertain
I succumb to its quiescent embrace
Moments
The moments are gone
Drifted away like mists
The fire from the oracle has gone cold,
And the windows to the balcony
Is shuttered, as if blind.
The conversations have stilled,
And the words that shall remain unspoken
Are heavy stones that weigh down,
And dusk shall come, the bright orange sun
Is a dying ember that shall bring darkness.
They pass – the moments.
No more shall there be sparks that ignite
And the bitter, acrid smoke shall overcome
But they are just moments-
The laughter, the limpid pools –unmourned.
Like mists drifted away,
Like embers dying
Like stones that weigh heavily,
The moments are gone.
I shall not mourn their passing.
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