Urban Vision

Under the blazing sun the dwellers in the asphalt homeland swelter and head home to cool down The few clouds in the sky promise no rain The urban masses reach for peace Taste summer in their very bones The old and the young yearn for relief Late afternoon morphs into memory Auto lights turn on , streetlights cut through shadow with a thousand splinters of light Eyes peer out from a thousand rooms As the blazing sun is replace by a full moon lovers embrace weary workers head out for cold beer A thousand times a thousand sighs can be heard The urban masses have their own hopes Fufillment may come later before the cycle of night and day is completed once more