Lights in the city are hung from chains
The quiet bound with voices.
We step between the shadowed parks
Blind spots in a panopticon where
Uncaught by luminescent breath
We flee.

There is a bridge across the night
But it is garlanded with stars
To rob us of our twilight eyes.
Glittered reminiscence,
The sound of singing flows below
Unseen.

The rearing land is lined with trees
An all-embracing veil of black.
One lamp remains, the city’s hand,
A toll booth guarding nowhere,
We leave the past behind unpaid
And free.