Sunset Boulevard

On the silent Sunset Boulevard,
Only an orange and beige glow
Burns on the cobbles,
Bathing the city with gold,
And freckles of pink.

Footsteps break the silence,
The Silence of Silent Sunset Boulevard,
A quiet soul goes in search
Of a perfect moment,
On a perfect beach.

Sunset Boulevard boasts a breath-taking scene,
He thinks, as his footsteps clack,
The cobbles and cafes are his scaffold
As he climbs to the sky.

His slow ascent up Sunset Boulevard,
Catching the first glance of blinding light,
Emenating from the sky it seemed,
Like the Sun had veiled itself in glory.

I watch as his skin shines,
His freckles swarm on his curved nose,
The hair on the back of his neck stands,
He senses me in this perfect circle,
The end of Sunset Boulevard.

A cresent of silent buildings,
Dark windows like sleeping eyes,
This world slumbers at dusk.

His toes reach the pinnacle,
The edge cascading down into quiet waters.
He looks to the sky and senses my smile,
Warming his collar,
And tugging his cuff.

A man ascends to his love,
The quiet end of ninety years,
Stuck in the rat-race of Metropolis,
His love said she was leaving for Sunset Boulevard.

On Sunset Boulevard,
A man steps away from cobbles,
From concrete, stone and tarmac,
He is soothed as the glow envelops him,
Guided by his love,
He becomes, he is bathed,
In Glory.