the purple sky has faded to black
orange grey in the streetlights
and the day is asleep and people
step to the darkness
dreams with faces to touch
each other with in blurred
fantasies shared tucked away
with a dark corner falling together
faces laughing the city streets
painted with old dirt with
memories hopes tacked up
playbills posted lampposts painting
yellow the sky street faces
and rhythm caught in the air
when doors open that
remember the morning birds
the darkness dreaming birds
to dream the faces to
dream the yellow the
life flowing cold in the
concrete the air to
smile faces with a darkness
that dies dreaming tomorrow