This Occasional Alleway Poem by Vision Ghost

Dark this evening has become, under winters stroke
Gone now that was the daylight, so the sun to revoke
A window open quarter way up, to gaze on the night
Gracing new curves of shadows, on buildings plight

Clear lit night breaths new features, of moon and star
Unconsidered in their beauty, yet glowing so very far
So long has this today become, in the drawing closure
I stretch out my face to this cold airs, inhaled rapture

From my office window, when all have returned home
So thus sense of solitude, is sought when times grown
For many voices are silenced now, from the heavy day
Or some still voyaging on trains, to the homeward way

Cordial of slight mists vapours, beneath pale street light
Like meagre candles in hope, of some illuminated might
That a shadow emerges to the presence of a man, lonely
Fatigued from this day, walking to the next place slowly

A moth flutters across my view, in this silence in a jest
Of the encouragement of pale street lights, in this haste
Far above the wet of the under foot, where mists mingle
As gentle breezes creep in, thus to make my skin tingle

Slowly interrupted by the approach of tap, knock, tap
Of high heels in reaction, to yellow tiled pavements rap
As the silhouetted figure of a female form, strolls so by
Unawares of this inquisitive spy, I have so now become

Soon she is engulfed, by the towering buildings shadow
Onto her destination, of somewhere else other in tow
As I turn back to my computer, that’s gone to stand by
In fleeting breathe as of the last few moments, so ply

Before I find closure to my own day, and shut it down
My way to the door to find the steps, before this town
Upon the yellow tiled pavement, to join the lost moth
Engulfed by the mists, like a forgotten and grey cloth