A soft-colour smear
graces the eastern horizon
of the cool summer night
life in the city, to escape is divine
under the orange glow of a streetlight
the peaceful serenity of a grassy corner
the Alpine blast of ignorance
coastal, sunset train
carries hopes and fears
and tearful wishes
falling on deaf ears
the tranquil inner soul
is shrouded by the darkest confusion

(from “Part Three: Seduced By Fantasy…”)

‘Life in the city, to escape is divine’. ‘Nuff said.