Balconies

Deep into early night,
When rain jogs slowly
And the street lights
Breathe in symphony,
The river, hair, fingers
Come back home, to me.
And I wonder what
You might be searching
From your balcony!

Each balcony has its story,
Characters discovering themselves
In yet another epoch of history.

Such were we, in a cold windy night
But not every page will see the light,
With all said and done, what really matters
Is a question - Where are we, tonight?