The stars have long gone.
Homebound, two million light years in emptiness.
Night has fallen, for while now, her solace freely given.
“This city never sleeps.”
To those who find the silence too quiet, or tremble in the dark.
“…woooOOOSHHHhhh…” The sound of wheels and wet streets.
The wind’s been at it for a month, or two;
an East Wind, it enters my abode undeterred, cleanses my soul.