Late hours

It's so silent around.
When the evening passes the sun
I stay even more behind
With my eyes lightening as a heart,
with these nights throbbing in my veins
and I no longer know
on what street 
will I loose my worn-out shoes.

I loose myself
without asking the high torches
how did they turn into stones.
This is a time 
when I no longer figure out
if there's peace around me
or within myself,
if there are any feelings that keep me alive,
if there's any thought connected to my mind,
or if there's just serenity.

And I don't know if I'm alone
or if I share the same vibrating breath
with the world around me
from this thin air
in the middle of the night.
But I feel the path I walk is not empty.

There are a few stars above
blinking like the gravel on the sidewalk.
A man passes in the dead of the night
carrying a soul in his hands.
As long as he enlightens the dark
He can choose any path to walk on.
He knows there are not only street lamps
lightened up on his way.

         Well, here we are. Nice to write again after my hometown's celebration. Don't worry, it wasn't that silent as my poem says. 

        From time to time I like to write something different, something from the depths of my feelings, thoughts and so on. I will post more of this because it's interesting to see if my style has changed or not. All I'm writing is also copyrighted, so let me know if there's anyone inspired by my ideas.

      As for this poem, well, let's say it's one of my resorts to make myself write again and move from that writer's block. So far, it's working, that's why I will return with another post and maybe a review about a band, a movie, a place, a book, a legend or myth, I don't know; as I said already, usually my ideas and my inspiration kick in, then leave me, so I have no idea or will to write about anything (maybe I should make a list about it or something like that). 

      Anyway, I hope you enjoy the Late Hours until my next post.

      Have a great time!