On Cobbled Streets

the smudge of yellow and green glisten in the fading rays of eternal light,

while fall whips upon the uneasy footsteps of the unsuspecting youth.

against the brick and stone, cast in an earthy haven,

the young bard plucks his strings making notes fit for the coming spring.

here, in this place, I am lost in Eden,

while the dead ramble on in their circus act.

behind the rusted iron gates I am king,

and the world seems much more serene.

but alas such peace is short lived,

the metropolis does not let such a place go unscathed.

maybe the sun is only suppose to shine one ray at a time,

and only last long enough for the alcoves to see.