Saturday, September 7, 2013

City Lights


A bend in the street, wet from the sea,
was the necklace she wore.

He followed it home,
one sweet light at a time.

He paused at the shore:
a faint cry, nothing more.

No face, but night, at his door.



6 comments:

Jonathan Chant said...

Beautiful, William.

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Jonathan.

Jan said...

Such beauty...you paint with words, William~~~

William Michaelian said...

So kind... thank you, Jan.

vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras) said...

Lovely.

William Michaelian said...

Such it is to hear you think so. Thanks, Vassilis.