you walk
empty streets
people moving fast
no money in your pockets
just dreaming on the tips of your fingers
you dance
where music drifts
under street-lamp
late night illusions
warm within your coat of shadows
dark light
cast deep
behind your eyes
how many times
can a man die
carved with blood
fingers paint
a canvas of long run
train windows
you bleed free
all those ancient echoes
chattering away in your mind
ghosts who once were held
thick lovers hair entwined
by your silence
you grow old
as you still dream young
lost behind
mirror rhyme
footsteps
in the quiet
of a poet's
twilight

- jude