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!