As In Of Rooftops View

The birds flew chasing the last refuge of sunset to hide in nights soon destined approach.

Smoke ring's and a warm beer.

Companions I understand fully in the most detached sense.

It wasn't I had lost the fire .

 

It just had turned into something much more deep and personal to me.

A scar of my errors and a mark of my misspent  hours choose the  better for yourself

my roads brought us together for this moment either way.

 

The city's lungs expelled her dying thoughts of a time we could no longer see.

 As I viewed the rooftops and chased tomorrow promise the darkness of a nights winds did

caress the thoughts of the bliss  we exchanged for the true passions we had forgotten so long ago.

 

 

The matchbook fell from the ledge to make a final rest into the alley below.

How had it ever come to this?

How had I lost all sense of myself to only bleed the ink upon the page?

And thus losing every bit of myself from my life's blood to this ghost like existence.

 

I kept the picture a marker as a pirate view the lighthouse a skipped stone form a ports

every needed decline and all to needed rest.

 

Sometimes amongst the rooftops I saw the isolation of giants in structure.

And from the  I had to envy those hollow b******s .

 

I gave a toast to the emptiness .

I gave a toast to the sunset.

And in a moment I shall only know upon this page I gave a toast to that picture and her memories

arms warmth in those so distant from now  moments view.

 

Even from here I have to admit it was forever a hell of a view.