Journey

In twilight I roam the multitude

of concrete and steel to find my place

among the vibrations of the city

In the day I wander a bystander to

life a specter, the faces that I

see, see me not. I'm invisible although

my heart beats the same rhythm can they

not hear?

At dusk I range the streets hunting

my bed. The breeze is arid and unyielding

my light grows dimmer day to night, night to day.

my heart cries out for release. The return to

a life once lived.

To be visible once more.