Monument
As the light fades
over the city
The masses head home
and peace descends
over the metropolis
Sweet autumn evening
is calling us
The trees seem like
scarecrows
in the gathering gloom
Let's see what waits
for us
Underneath the starlit
canopy
The lure of sleep
is getting stronger
The masses - and ourselves
wait for
a new and tender night
Arms reach around
a thousand torsos
A dark monument
is being built
composed of our senses
our dreams, our lives
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2011
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