Soul and The City

Here in the mind
Between shade and shifting shadows wanders the soul....
singing sad songs shuffling slow.
Stomped hard and cold
By the big boogie blue rhythms of dark neon city nights and smokey mid-night skies.
That still seem to steal the glitters and shimmers of a full moon's brilliant silver light....
It always brings lightning and jazz to his heart
It always brings rain and blues to her eyes.
It's enough to make oceans of flowing dreams run to the sea from whence they came to hide.
It's enough to make God cry.
But rain is no substitute for the holy water, that could return stolen lives.