Nether the guilty eyelids
nestled on the other side
capriciously still and frigid
unfrequented you reside
stale, the yielding feet
trace silhouettes in motion
treading phantasm streets
directed by subtle distortion
The height of city light
Lends no perfect guide
and heavy milky white
blankets your sorry stride
doth this lengthy chase
haunt the slumbering city
on pride the flunkey race
fleeing from fret and pity.
A print upon the slate
another, now divide
left one to deviate
a habitual need to hide
The height of city light
Lends no perfect guide
and heavy milky white
blankets your sorry stride
© Carla, 2011
