'Night Feel', a poem by BuddyBlack
Pieces of glass
There on the beach
Glitter like stars
That I can’t reach.
Wind chimes
That I made,
Ringing at night
Are like a train
You hear that’s out of sight,
Clanging by
On cold steel tracks,
Making a wind
That’s cold on the backs
Of hobos looking to win.
A siren wailing
Out stories of woe,
Hoping it’s not
For someone I know.
The thunder booming
From pitch black skies
Shakes me
Like the meeting of eyes,
Of someone
I once knew.
Trees that talk
To a girl I know
Sitting and letting
The warm breeze blow,
And tickle in her ears.
A street light shining
Across the street
Illuminating those who
There might meet,
With the light flooding out
Into the night
Washing away their fears.
Pieces of glass
There on the beach
Glitter like stars
That I can’t reach.
Wind chimes
That I made,
Ringing at night
Are like a train
You hear that’s out of sight,
Clanging by
On cold steel tracks,
Making a wind
That’s cold on the backs
Of hobos looking to win.
A siren wailing
Out stories of woe,
Hoping it’s not
For someone I know.
The thunder booming
From pitch black skies
Shakes me
Like the meeting of eyes,
Of someone
I once knew.
Trees that talk
To a girl I know
Sitting and letting
The warm breeze blow,
And tickle in her ears.
A street light shining
Across the street
Illuminating those who
There might meet,
With the light flooding out
Into the night
Washing away their fears.
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