mid-fall footsteps

You trip

over words

that fall from midnight skies;

sentences tumbling from midnight cafes

between reykjavik and words that meander amongst narrow streets.

Lights are golden within sculptures that are affixed to abstract thought

connected somehow

to  

the motion

of

waiters filling coffee cups;

their thoughts

a rhythm describing the music of the heart..

The wind chases streetlamps

that  hover over the dreams of seagulls;

an exhibition filling the void of words unspoken.

Midnight draws conversations closer

and

emotion flows with the flight of wings that surround

your world

like footsteps falling into a sequence;

the stars colliding with a deep blue sea;

azure in mid-fall time;

your words dreaming amongst coffee cups and candles ;

a rhythym

unfolding amongst the lights in a midnight cafe.