Lying still, let the citylights be the starlights
Let the mysterious Jazz fill the room
Bring me back to my senses
My past, my home
Night train swims silently,
Seclusively, like a giant anaconda
Creeping into people's lives
Creeping into people's dreams
Into the darker side of the town
Dim light hovering over the dining table
Over unfinished dishes and a beer bottle
The abandoned center stage
On the busy Michigan Avenue a ghost wanders around
Can't rest in peace, his tombstone taken from
The south pacific to the wall of the trendy skyscraper
Along with Russian, Egyptian, German collections
A fashionable antique, an exotic touch
"Your father and mother miss you forever", It reads
Who was he? What happened?
What tragedy hides behind?
The pedestrians come and go,
straight faces, couldn't care less
From the graffiti decorated highrise a young man looks out
Beautiful, sculpted torso
Framed in the decayed window
A perfect portrait of
Time's cruel joke作者: July 时间: 2006-8-31 20:14 Susan;
I like every word you wrote ))作者: 况也 时间: 2006-8-31 21:55 "Night train swims silently,
Seclusively, like a giant anaconda
Creeping into people's lives
Creeping into people's dreams"
))