The sea hang over us. Dark, unleashing, indefinite.
It was stitched with illuminated, radiant stars, the moon.
It felt natural, this contrast.
It felt incredible to be here, in this metropolis,
And still feel the awe, the dumbfound impression, of nature
In this busy city.
It was hurried, this town.
This expression though was shaved at night, it was different.
It felt awkward to be awake, that star placing light over
Hurried heads of couples on distinguished, broken benches,
The drunk unconscious behind the fur trees,
And us sliding on this boulevard of life and past.
Past beats life, but I was content.
Bitter, and yet happy
Because I never felt like this recently.
May 2009

