Late night thoughts

Tears of dust dancing through the air, 

Kissing the rain's shoulders, 
Briefly touching its cold lips, 
Painting whispers on its skin. 
Wisps of smoke climbing on the ruins 
Of an unknown quarter in our town, 
Praising the forgotten, 
Buried under the weight of the years. 
Wrinkles whipping the artist's cheek, 
Crossing the narrow 18th street, 
Hand in hand with his muse. 
You and I, two shy smiles, 
Two empty souls, two lifeless eyes, 
Gazing in silence at their hands, 
Fearful to unite ours.