The May light has faded,
she hears the birds sing,
trees have lost their colour
now becoming sinister,
their branches swaying in the spring breeze.
She stares at the city below
illuminated with urban lights,
each house with its own little dramas
perhaps worthy of Shakespeare's pen.
The indifferent moon is full,
a cat strolls down the street
and there's a shiver in her soul
for she is alone with just her fear
as darkness deepens...the night cold and clear.
she hears the birds sing,
trees have lost their colour
now becoming sinister,
their branches swaying in the spring breeze.
She stares at the city below
illuminated with urban lights,
each house with its own little dramas
perhaps worthy of Shakespeare's pen.
The indifferent moon is full,
a cat strolls down the street
and there's a shiver in her soul
for she is alone with just her fear
as darkness deepens...the night cold and clear.
