Voice of the Night.

Voice of the Night

Old Prague castle casts a watchful eye,

the cobbled city below sleeps.

Alone but the whispers of the night,

sending ripples on the water’s edge.

An artist’s canvas blotted clouds and stars that dance out of reach.

Tea lights on the Vtlava they float,

Hues of neon and gold, clads of colours swim.

Eternal light of the night, a guide leading the way .

Laterns line the bridge like soldiers in their stance,

casting a warm eye on their frozen stare.

Footsteps echo through time,

repeating history at every beat.

Flash of lens to the heavens it winks.

Alone star gazer you stand,

tracing footprints with an angel’s hand..

What loyalties ly beneath on a surface calm,

he who swallows the worries like a wave to the palm.

Footsteps echo above the arches,

Imprinted on the soul like footprints on the heart.

Lingers the thought like a veil of the night.

Mysteries of the dark,

match,

light,

spark.

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