Headlights

Cold of winter

lapping up the moonlight

brick walls surround

blocking out the starshine

here we go

say goodbye

our moment has arrived

daredevil slow

frozen in the headlights

stuck downtown

south of me

you are running

fast and free

tonight we will dance

on potholed pavement

and streetlight glare

hold me close

the night is young

but we are old

keep the hope

and may the dreams

we

seek

unfold

in the cold of winter

warmth of snow

the night is young

but we are old

keep the hope.

#poetry#hope#young#old