CITY OF POETS

In the city of poets
The ghosts freely sleep
Dreaming of life
Its touch and to weep
Over memories to turn
In deep waves to roll
Moments in slumber
The mind and the soul.

The hard brick walls
A refuge to imprison
Those scattered words
Afloat in a prism
The dusty ground groans
Footsteps imprinted
From those now remembered
By thought embittered.

To reach upward arms
And eyes to cold sky
Each star is a wish
That flickered to die
Deep breaths of night
As lovers embrace
Lost to fortune
Trapped in their fate.