Blue Lights - Poem
Never turning back,
Walking away to the end.
They look tied,
But they look better otherwise.
White reflecting the lights,
Black attracting you to them.
The blue lights dance,
As they approach the corner.
Far away in the distant past,
Was a soul who knew none the better.
Pour the soul out,
As they dance away.
Glimpse at the sky,
To check the time.
Too late for the event,
But yet hope for the next.