From my vantage point

It’s not really black
I see stars and silver clouds
The breeze is touching my hand like a friend in passing
I hear people talking up and down the street
They don’t know I’m here
It’s a world of cardboard cut outs
I see a light here.  I see a light there
The church bells are tolling quietly along the street
I don’t hear sirens, I don’t hear shouts
I have a new canvas tonight
My arm looks old,  I feel old all of a sudden
Just sitting here looking at the night
It’s beautiful and dark
So quiet… 
So still…