The unguided hour
Stands silent
Clouds frozen
In a rigid sky
Alone within
A vacuum
Unpassioned
Stand I.
The lights
Of the street
Stand lonely
Unmoving objects
Of fire ablaze
Cold as a portrait
Unveiling
Its nature caged.
Gutter garbage
Stands to attention
The rain no longer
To flow
Its as if the moment
In horror recoiled
A sad violin
Without a bow.