Night wanderer, roaming city streets,
searching for nothing.
Save what
finds you -
In this silent game,
are you hunter or prey tonight?
Mingling with harsh cast shadows,
from neon signs and passing cars.
Un-swayed by bright lit shops,
or loud braying bars.
Unnoticed by
watching street lamps
as you pass their orange pools.
Unseen by revellers and shunned by harlots,
brief silence fills your
wake.
As unknown purpose guides you
along old unfamiliar lanes.
Awaking memories long put aside
by you and city both.
A flicker of
recollection, sparks
among walls of silent stone.
Brief, soon lost to
the dawning day.
