14 August 2012

I sit, Face pressed against the glass, Watching cars and people pass.

I sit, Staring at streets down below, It's all just go, go, go.

I sit, Gazing at the sky, Wishing I could fly.

It sit, Watching the crowds dissolve, Around the clock they revolve.

I sit, Watching the last light disappear, The moon she seems so near.

I sit, The moon is dancing with the sun, Chasing, having fun.

I sit, Listening to the clocks stoke nine, While the sky takes its own sweet time.

PlatypusDawn Till Dusk • Opuss № I