San Francisco, On This Night Poem by Joshua Bantum

The music is there,
But it’s distant,
Its beauty not fully expressed,
Yet,
like a cloud emerssing you
that hasn’t started pouring.

The visiting family sit’s in the comfort of your earnings
Like crows,
Their eyes hold envy,
not of aprassel or happiness.

New girlfriends hold old questions,
In their eyes drift curiosty, they sleep
Dreaming….
Will the fire start? ,
On this naked beach,
Will it spark a light? ,
Is there warmth to be had between us,
Are there ambers that we’ll grasp for,
Even know
we both know
It was over from the beginning

This Night in San Francisco is sad,
It’s mood is rapid like a lake
Being pounded by drops,
And drips
Of your love,

This night has a soul,
It’s colour is Bi-polar,
And we seek it’s wisedom of truth together,
but we’re lost,
cause we are young.

Will a seed always be ungrown,
In it’s death of birth,
Growing to a stem,
Will it’s youth be left to the dirt,
To be eaten away.
If we grow beyond each other,
Can our limbs cross later?

This Night,
It holds power,
It understands life,
Were lost in a place
That’s full of light,
We’re blinded by it’s beauty
Like my lips that freeze
After touching yours,
We’re unable to believe
That we deserve perfection,
But here we are,
Listening to it on the radio,
Seeing it within our famlies eyes,
Feeling it next to new girlfriends,
Tasting you within your weakness,
Understanding me,
And our strengths that we create.

This Night in San Francisco
Is quiet,
And has consumed my words
For it,
In silence.