Between the Streetlamps

*photo credit

Sweet breezes whisper in pentatonic tones
Bewitching the night with half-hidden chimes
Like the message replaying, shadows in my heart
So elusive, yet so captivating.
The wind
Is different in this place.
Tonight it groans with the earth
Under creation's wordless burden
Or perhaps I only hear it
Here,
Between the street lamps.


Melodies haunt me
Recalling memories of old loves, evoked
Now by strangers' fingers, on stranger keys
And darkness blurs
As of unwelled emotion
Drawing a misty veil
Before the lamps,
As every one a stone's throw
Yet so dim;
Each calling for a clutching of that which is in hand
Before I reach the end
Light --
Stay burning on, and bring me home.