Empty Streets

Oh,how these empty streets,
Fill my heart with wondrous beats,
Resting many a troubled souls to serenity,
The devil's own unable to touch your levity.

The empty chairs relaxing,
Exhausted after a day's heavy burdening,
New stores hiding behind their shutter,
Afraid of the herd waiting to rush in and clutter.

A lone light sparkling with its orange hue,
Stirring hope in the dark eyes true,
Painting the streets with an uncanny stillness,
Like a reflection of the heart's hollow loneliness.

And as I walked through the cool air,
My foot struck a sandy layer,
Waking me from my reverie severely,
I passed on by remembering the street seldomly.

by Crazy Viking