From Mountbatten to Poth

Mountbatten to Hadia to Dieppe
A brisk and stubborn walk in the crisp cold air
Elevator
My half spotlight provided by the moon
Audience full of stars
Orontona (sp)
Music provided by the fleeting sounds of the night
Empty streets transformed into my stage
Normandy
Alone though surrounded by so much life
A chance to truly dance like no one is watching
Street names become irrelevant, lost in preparation for the end destination
Trees listening to me sing my song
No judgment passed as they sway to the melody
The wind calmly following me
Thoughts told are now never to be heard again as they become lost in the fog
The audience only lost in the confusion with the street lights
One light flickering...on...off...on...and off again
Off for the entire time I walked underneath it
As if planned turning back on only in time for me to be out of the lights range
Mind slipping into deeper thought the longer the walk and the more invisible the street names become
Poth
The names come rushing back
The world becomes itself again
The clouds begin to shut off my half spotlight
My audience begins to file out
The stage and music begin to fade away
443
home to begin QUESTIONS on the beauty of the night
The closing of the door brings an end to the last flickering of my spotlight