Symphonic Nights 2

The crescendo of rainfall

Echoes off the dashboard

 

A percussion line of splashing steps

And tire skids

As ghosts glide under umbrella rims

With dim distant glances

 

They freeze under the neon red glow

Their pale reflections just visible in the broken white lines beneath

As metal shimmers flash by

With the occasional honk

 

No one dare mumble

Or utter a word

 

Their empty thoughts and empty lies

Would just be swallowed

By Gaia’s sweeping masterpiece

 

So they wait

Till sweet green release

And they patter on

 

Their footsteps creating ripples

That travel through the night

Reviews

[stellasautelle]

love it! you use imagery very well :)

[Nobody.]

Powerful piece. love the short bursts...they match the powerful descriptions so well. The intertwining of nature, humanity and steel is breathtaking. The flow feels like rain. Good stuff! Cheers!

[the-One-with-the-Darkne..]

I love the last stanza. Very good.

[.]

this holds a story within I am sure..the silence of a car journey..the intrigue into what is on the minds of those present..captivating..

[TAO]

The imagery is pretty vivid, but the meaning escapes me. In any event-and despite my lack of understanding-a very well written and intriguing piece.

[Brad]

you've painted this so well i can almost see it come alive on canvas