Night Cries

by John David Hickey

The golden streets
tainted by the city lights
are white-washed by her broken face
her tears rain in
invisible streams
indivisible dreams
across the glistening boulevard

A beauty
admired but never
captured
Just beyond reach of her children
her children of the night
the homeless
the heartless
        the hopeless
          and
          the inhabitants of that
                lonely
                moonless
                    world

Blamed for long walks
Loved for its' bright light
Blamed for long talks
Loved for the warm night

Gregorian chant
Hoods and robes rustle
Pay tribute to her mystery
her magic
to her

She wears her mantle with
practiced ease
She looks down
not hiding her scars

A mute orb of indifference
despite
tears that rain in
invisible streams
indivisible dreams
across the glistening boulevard

John David Hickey is a technical writer with Bell Sygma in Montreal, Canada. He can be contacted at hickey@nway.net.

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