Auld Reikie

People passing quickly
Through an ending summer,
As if in haste for autumn.

Teeming city streaming
Faces touching ages,
Drowning in a misty past.

Shapeless figures crowding
A darkened stage in silence,
Glaring down upon today.

Cobbled streets are leading
Bodies back and forth the hours,
Spent in passing by.

© jsmorgane (Aug 04)