Sofia evening

A perturbed city, a kindred spirit
between past and present
chained.

Vigorous
yet consumed,
Hosting hope in all forms
rotten
and reborn.

Upon a Norwich sunset

The Mad Moose laughs.

It was chance.
I turned and saw you,
and it was like seeing a sublime lady
passing me by on the street.
 
I stared at the window,
and you resplended in all your ephemeral beauty.
I fell in love,
and I thought of my youngest years,
when I didn't have to be lucky to find you.

And then you went away.
Forever.