A Girl in the *Sleepy City
Do not let your lovely eyes
Look on this city with disdain
Consider the deep water eyes
Always open, searching this Sleepy City*
For a kindred soul
Brooding blues and heartbreak reds
Clinging to canvas on walls of a simple room
Noble books in their place of honor
Words coming to life on the page
Bare footfalls of a dance across a wooden floor
A desk--unclaimed, untouched by regal hands
Memories of a song haunting the streets
Where love once walked
Witnessed only by the Great Statue
Who guards the ill-fated on cardboard beds
In the shadow of opulent churches
Consider a candle burning in a window
When mists rise with twilight and hold jealously
To hillsides til morning--
A beacon from a secret, enchanted place
The light of home in this Sleepy City
(on Empire)
June 23, 2011
*the term Sleepy City belongs to the Poet, K. Scott Smith
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