Dreamcast 3.30am

Amidst a solemn full moon
An empty neon street light-flickering...
Melancholy street urchins collecting seashells
                                   - treasures of a treacherous night...
A pair of curious eyes peering out of a dark misty silhouette
                                   -shifting passersby...
An old guard...the burden of cascading dreams
Shivering onto his watchful shoulders...
A nameless street void of isolation...

And me...
A mere stargazer to nothingness & fireflies.
A vast emptiness while you all dream a sound sleep...
As if in a different realm
                                   - a lonely night wanderer...
Lost in a haze of purple cigarette smoke and a doubtful love song
                                   -I Pry.
Soaring over the waves of caged porch...
Waiting for an ephemeral sunrise...a nostalgic dream catcher.