When the World Stills

I walk down this pathway a casual observer. 

I see the light in a window change across the way,

a lone stranger on the sidewalk passes me by. 

I can hear a car hiss past in the city below, 

nearly a whisper amidst the crickets. 

It feels almost forbidden, 

as a forbidden witness of forbidden life 

of a forbidden time that is so dead

 yet so alive. 

I watch in awe as the night carries on 

while the world stills its breathing, 

and continue walking.

Reviews

[lessa (kenzie)]

I just adored that first stanza, this is a wonderful write