Cobwebs

Do you remember when you were an urban boy

In those distant nights of darkened skies

Under the city lights that shined amidst the cobwebs

While a lonesome car passed down the streets

Caressing a mechanical tune within the silence

And the half moon glowed with its eerily calm

Between the hardened white buildings

As the impatient breathing of machines

Declared the unendingness of life

In the dead of dawn?

Those distant days of inner loss

Felt found in ways the present plays cannot.

For while they might resound with emptiness,

Covered as they were in a pale dim scent,

Twas then that life felt plentiful

Despite its frail consent.

Today, then, I relive them –

I caress their long lost wait

And hope that some of it remembers me

And stays within my present

And its spent and withered ways.