The Dead The Living And The City

The fog blots out the city

Cold shine of setting sun

The hive is intermitting its eternal run

Steel bugs along the highways

Skylines of towers rise

Big houses are closing square glassy eyes

And city makes a sleepy sigh

Enwrapping in sunrays

Aged souls go to the sky

While newborn ones are flowing down the haze

A glowing chain of lanterns

Has outlined the streets

The inky wilds of blocks

Are strewn with amber beads

Behind the dark horizon

The melted sun has drowned

The crimson stripes of clouds

Amassed above the ground

And city makes a sleepy sigh

Enwrapping in sunrays

Aged souls go to the sky

While newborn ones are flowing down the haze

The sounds slowly die away

The roads are now free

The songs of evening spirits play

But no one hears them...

See the buildings down below

Stone plants on concrete field

Secrets you might never know

Can now be revealed

And city makes a sleepy sigh

Enwrapping in sunrays

Aged souls go to the sky

While newborn ones are flowing down the haze