Midnight in a vacant airport
Beneath fluorescent runway
bars and stripped cars
the hollow hum of engines,
echoes of footsteps stretch thin
across marble floors
ancient whores!
Ghosts in suits
drift scarves
through the fog of the sublime,
their eyes dim beacons
distant, never seeing what is before them.
The air tastes of cold steel
whispered departures of souls.
Meeting in the night,
where the walls sigh stories
of strangers in long-forgotten halls.
Haunted faces flicker
dim-lit with memories,
half-formed, lost between
departures gate of sleep.
Something transcends
under flickering lights,
moments shatter,
as the night swallows
each step is endless
empty are the walls.
Shadows of worn-out places
their bones brittle with dust
cling to the silence,
waiting for voices
that never came.
Through glass windows
the sky, void
without stars
Moons.
Or mooring
only the low murmur
of engines call the living
And we turn,
the weary.
Gliding shadows of firmament,
caught between destinations unknown,
and faces unseen!
Haunt untethered from this rest
to worn-out places
unclean!
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