LJ Idol Week 21 entry

The city of heated pavements
knows no tales of grey days
there is no darkness in this place

But my light is muted

and all people are strangers,
unknown feet carrying random faces
across the streets, the veins of
a living
a being that never rests

not even at night my feet get lighter
and my mind yearns for the sea but
refrains from its view now and then to keep my own waters
behind that barrier

Imitating the expressions, randomly
(they call it smile?)
hearing a laughter, barely audible,

from the top of the concrete tower and its observing transparent eyes.

Then there is a tone, a sound,

the fragments fitting a long distorted form

a chain,
(I remember they call it melody).

and there!
the vibration of joyful calls through my inner hallways.

In the city of heated pavements,
I know the tales of grey days
when the eyes of glass shimmer at me
grey is not forever