A misted night
In frozen haze
Speaks to him
It knows his name
Streetlights twinkle
Above metal poles
Glistening ground
Meets his soul.
In solitude
With stars above
No cloud in sight
A fingered glove
A heart which beats
Steady, pained
Burning eyes
No solace gained.
Slowly
Without a dream
Without hope
The dawn it breathes
A steady flow
Of condensed air
To disappear
Without care.