Sitting on a Night Bus From Summit to Lyons

Night unfurls its silent shroud
Nearer now to journey’s terminus
To sit, reflect and contemplate our quiet lives
Tossed aimlessly, tumbling through
A moment
Minute, infinitesimal
Pressed against an ever-widening canvas
Boisterous and bold
Bellowing outwards to the void
Light struggles listlessly to be seen
Islands in a sea of black
Barren, crying out for contact
But gentle soft and sweet
Quiet and lonely yet beautiful
Hidden away
They belong to you and you alone
Unseen and unheard by those too busy or too fast to wait
Night lives with you together
Alone but always sympathetic
Your dreams
Your life
Your quiet desperations
Drift further through the night
Carried on silent winds

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