star guided i walk, this world is mine
strange night mist shrouded time
by streetlamp light i stop and write the wonders that i see
by yellow glow i calmly flow along on caffeine feet
my eyes wide popping, mind non stopping
insomniatic treat
streets so familiar seem so peculiar
silent cold and dead
odd shadows cast though i still last
as all around do sleep
why do people feel we must
dream til dawn from falling dusk
when all around us life abounds
and cares not for the man made sounds
that blight the daytime
come the night
all is set aright
i walk the roadways free as the breeze
everything seems still, at ease
blood coursing hot runs through my veins
it rains and yet im dry
there may still be some people still up
though their curtains are firmly shut
they block out the nightly ghosts
and yet i love this time the most
my eyes adjust to light so rare
at every movement i stop and stare
it seems unreal to let this wonder
pass as we all slumber
three oclock and still i walk
theres no one around with which to talk
i tread along to find nothing
but poetry and hunger
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem