Empty Streets

Oh,how these empty streets, Fill my heart with wonderous beats, Resting many a troubled souls to serenity, The devil's own unable to touch your levity. The empty chairs relaxing, Exhausted after a day's heavy burdening, New stores hiding behind their shutter, Afraid of the herd waiting to rush in and clutter. A lone light sparkling with its orange hue, Stirring hope in the dark eyes true, Painting the streets with an uncanny stillness, Like a reflection of the heart's hollow loneliness. And as I walked through the cool air, My foot struck a sandy layer, Waking me from my reverie severely, I passed on by remembering the street seldomly.