between tall houses i see the light come and go before i reach it. like a flash it exposes the street, empty in the intermittent rain. above, the clouds keep moving, rush like unending shutters: light, dark, light, dark. i feel like i'm inside a colossal camera - the aperture the size of a gap between buildings. there - a short exposure before the rain begins again. i walk home, the image of a washed, unpeopled city burned into my eyes. i hear the wind surge into the trees like the sea plays with pebbles - giddy but sincere. birds dance in the air like nobody's watching. the picture develops with a lingering notion of something imperceptible.
Freedom Behind the Wall by Loftydreams101, literature
Freedom Behind the Wall
There is freedom In never needing to hurry As time swiftly drains Through clamoring hands - There’s a clear window pane Within that slothful dream, A view of snow-capped hills Above fire swept plains Ruled by thirst - There is beauty Sold only On our side of the rock To the few fine royals Who have looted its soul - There are only wasted days Beyond the walls of their city And the swathe of revolt Softly seething in the dark