Poems for the Quiet Hours

More poetry. This time from Justin…

The Champagne Epicurean

Lights on the Horizon

 

When the air is heavy with change

Keep the horizon in the corner of your eye.

When love breaks and tears you in two

Keep the horizon in the corner of your eye.

When plans are re-designed in failure’s image

Keep the horizon in the corner of your eye.

Even in the sickest darkness

The horizon is full of lights;

Boats, cities, stars and moonlight.

In the lights flickering

Among the blackened waves,

Go ahead and lay your dreams.

City of Living

Life pulses by

Like a demented city.

Getting older by the hour

In an orgy of traffic.

Losing faith in love

Under crowded traffic lights.

Having Fate thrust upon you

As offices vomit humanity.

For the sake of sanity:

Turn to stealing.

Steal from the city of life

An hour of slowness.

Steal a poem in a park;

Steal a drink in a…

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