Twilight City

Old couple on a parkbench,
Cataract blurred eyes look for space
in the free cosmic marketplace.
Conversation withers.

At this point, for a moment, conclusions are foretold
As those eyes seek the little child
seeking euphoric rain
On her way to catch a rainbow.

Encoded shapes, Dreams of misty evening
drift into a twilight sea
that witnesses the chain of longing.
The lost language of silence.

In the apartment, an antidote
Maybe the casual eventuality where
Intoxicated screams meet this sea
On the rooftop.

Transfixed in this gaze, isolation transmuted
to significantly amaze
the soul of this modern city.
Draped in the garment of its unbecoming.