The whirr of wheels, a whiff of smoke
Intermingles in the brooding dark
The music echoes and escapes
Lost in a labyrinth of silence
The urban giants tower above
Sleeping, sinister, moody, proud

Underneath a serpent slithers
Head or tail nowhere in sight.
A line of sullen sentries stand
Eyes – gloomy, yellow lights.
Naked trees stir in their wake
Bearing shadows in the night.

Atop a castle of cotton clouds
An idle ivory hammock hangs.
A brazen breeze sneaks in
Chilly, naughty, a storm on leash.
She plays wistfully with wisps of white
Floating on a carbon canvas.

The soul consumed by mystique
Soars above a city in slumber
Till it’s time to bid good bye
As dawn beckons in all its splendour
Night loafers, we know no sleep
Meandering in a maze of streets