City

The lights keep flashing
And the night is massive
Swinging willow trees flow
And the mid of night starts to grow

Deeper and deeper the purple glows
Until the black sky manages to enclose
With the white of the tiny lights
We move on into the night

And in the flitter of the moon
Showing shadows in the black
The walking of the silent
Is what we tend to lack…

A boom and a crash
From some party’s rath
Beats loudly into the sky
Making it an inorganic night