When all is dark,
no cars running circles,
not a word spoken.
At twilight, I see all.
Stars gifting their shine
just for me.
All the world is asleep.
I finally feel at peace.
I can feel my power.
The roads are empty
I walk through the centre
with no consequence.
Lying on the asphalt,
I can dream.
I feel the wind against my skin.
Singing in the moonlit
avenues.
Am I a ghost here?
My time has come,
but soon I must sleep.
I return home before
sunlight creeps up the horizon.
Featured photo by Roland Chukwuemeka on Unsplash.
