The Fluorescent Sky's Glow Poem by Andrew Hinton

Here below the fluorescent sky's glow,
I let my mind wonder as I go.
Pale and tired are some eyes I see,
Others shine brightly back at me.
As a river of grey moves over the mountain,
Lovers smile and kiss at the fountain.
The rain hits the pavement, a stained black stone.
And wind rushes past with a muted moan.
In the distance are echoes of thunder,
And lovers run to find some cover.
Electricity crackles with blinding light,
And now some people begin to fight.
Then I see this simple mystery,
People like storms must always flee.
Storms from advances of different air,
And people from others that do not care.
The pattern of storms is much like life,
Some times peaceful or filled with strife.
Now the storm has past,
People come back at last.
And all around me people still come and go,
Here beneath the fluorescent sky's glow.