A Nightly Drifter

I wandered through silence,
footsteps like carriage wheels of fallen day,
people wandered
whispering jokes
which their moons and stars could only hear
and I, a traveler
continued on,

Amongst stately limestone and arches
that held my tears.
butter-colored streetlamps whispered
rain-swept blackness beckoned
possibilities of love.

I drifted into nether night
dreams drifting, like the moon upon
wisp-covered cloud
gray and silver above puddles
train whistled somnolently
butter-colored light snaking through the polished rails above which the moon wandered
drifting into night dreams
two drifting drifters

 Mir-Yashar Seyedbagheri