C r o s s r o a d s

Morning has broken
And the shattered pieces fall to the ground
They pierce the darkness
As he runs, scattering the shadows
Across the cobblestones
Day has begun

I hear the babble in the street
I do not understand them
Nor they me
But we are of one mind

the countryside flies by
Fading to grey
As the shades of the concrete
Round off an arch
The sky above me
The ground below me
But dark until the rock umbrella breaks

The ceiling reaches high
As I grab the rail
sliding my hand across the cold steel
And make my exit quietly
To return another day.