Soft, golden, free
And only one day older
Than yesterday
A still night, quiet and steady
Under halogen and sodium light
To stop and caress
Fondle
The old worn gateposts
Shorn of historical reference
Would you, feel this moment
In your own existence
Would you
Resist the urge to race along
Then reflect why don’t you
On the quiet time
The free, and soft, and golden
Those still nights under the street lights
 |
| Available on Amazon |
