The Night is a Carnival

The road,
The cars,
The dim lit stars,
People in the bus stop,
The drunkard on the bench,
The loveless stench,
Horns sound, engines roar,
Conversations full of joy,
The hungry beggar boy,
Street lamps and trees,
Friends walking in threes,
The rich and the poor,
The saint in the dark,
And the whore waits in the park.
The night watch man stares,
Everyone is a suspect tonight,
Passing ladies,
Moving wind,
The dust grains,
And the blood stains,
Locked up mad woman,
Sad eyed owls,
Dark distant memories that sound,
Lust between her thighs,
And the crematorium that waves the departing souls goodbyes.
Everyone is a suspect.
The forgotten,
The remembered,
The ships that forgot to sail,
The sinner who surrendered,
The mountain that moved,
The sea that stood still,
The fishes that never swam,
Everyone is a suspect.
The night is a disarmed hero,
Standing vulnerable,
Anyone can break down any moment.
Trumpets blow,
Sweet songs burst into a chorus of delirium,
The night is yellow tinted dreams,
Yellow tinted faces,
The night is a furious promise,
The night is a decadent story,
The night is an eternal stillness,
The night is a carnival.