Watching People Going Home

sitting in a room of books
the day has turned to night
only a shadow of its former self
the wind is whistling
rattling pass the window
autumn leaves-what remain
dance or dangle by a thread
by fancy street lights
they show but do not tell
watching people going home
or perhaps a secret rendezvous
yet some walk
with a heaviness
a sort of vagueness
of Time or Space
the only focus is in that
corner of their minds
some other person, place or thing
a river of souls moving in
opposite directions
occasionally leaving something of
themselves behind
in the silence of the half light

by Paolo Michell

About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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