Yet another day awakens

To the Scarlet skies

Showering tiny, translucent

Droplets of Heaven

On empty, grey streets,

In shimmering light.

The street lamps

Stare wide eyed

Their eyes bright orange

From long, sleepless nights.

The wind sweeps

Dusty corridors

With sinful, closed doors

And windows blank faced.

While little pieces of Heaven

Fall.

Unperturbed, Untouched...

On to shadows

Of grey strangers

Who stand craving salvation

Beneath the Crimson skies

Cleansing...nurturing...loving.

While all beyond the sinful doors

Sleep...a dreamless sleep

In greed of a promised Heaven.