Two Seconds of Night

Thrown, abandoned;
A lit cigarette in the grass,
A silhouette against
Unforgiving concrete.

There is no map
To this Never-faltering
Reality.

Discarded, exhaled;
A sad puff of a sigh,
The moon reflecting
Unforgiving concrete.

In the static,
How shall you swim
To safety?

Clear, glistening;
A glimmer of a thought,
A realization in
White noise.

How will you trod
Along the path;
A road that isn't there,
Even in dreams -

In the soft
Crooning voice
Of hope -

In the breathy
Music that flows
From the heart?

If there is no map,
How shall you swim
Below that path
Of unforgiving
Concrete?