Night City

We decided after we'd finished doing what we did best, A walk. Late, long walk. And this is what we found...

...The night is born of another light. Bastard city. More exotic in its loneliness.

What is it about the night that we have feared so long?

Like intruding upon someone else's set - dogs disapprove, while some
have had better experiences with us. Blue tents, lit up on an empty road, huddled.
We stop to look, eavesdrop on two people snoring. But how lit up - like a gypsy abode.

We arrived at the palace of god, to find him locked up in a cage, giving the housekeeping a piece of his mind.
Cold night, cold floor as our foreheads pay in obeisance for a midnight snack and congratulations.

On further contemplation we discover that the night is feared because there are people out there taking care of us. Like ghosts they appear and we know this fear of not belonging, of hiding in the darkest spot.

Then from no where a two wheeled chariot appears, riders seeking to be heroes for one night - even a token would take them off towards the moon, if only we had something to say like "Help!"

Men dressed in secrets walk past us as though making for home. Would dinner await them? Or even a careless gesture to say welcome. I think they must have dreams in the songs floating above us.

We who belong to pavements of early morning, while they spill laughter on these streets without any concern for the price.

At the station where half-men-women leave at an unearthly hour. Escaping to a newer dream. Lipstick just a little smudged on the right side of the upper-lip. Mirrors could help but why must they try?

Coffee, and fake food numb us. We are the spotlight. Alone and happy, still have what we started with. Time flew on and again another familiar city takes over these figures. And we all go back - circus like into our tricycles of morning, noon and night...