Urban Comforts

Last night I counted three hundred street lights
Under each of them - a star.
Daylight by now was a fading memory,
A snickering wind waltzed between orange islands,
Northen and profound, it whispered to me
Soft words that pulled me from the unforgiving light
Into a rare, unmoving urban calmness.

It stayed with me, it held my heart through inky wonder
Through unwanted over the table gazes and
lifted my head so i could see unblinkered truth
in the corners of concrete veins flowing rigid.
Now I know all there is to the night,
The city guides me like ever present family
And I'm free to evade the dawn.