metro musings

just a trashy love song from a forgettable movie
and the stars come crashing down
like myriad fireworks
exploding your world
touching you not
missing by a whisker
everytime

and you stand watch
spin
through the light
amazed
unburnt
untouched

whitemagic
heat
hunger
to stay alive
and let the deafening din
drown
the senseless screaming
for a while

like the pretty pink sky
finds respite
from its habitual dark duvet
and a whiff of warmth
drifts through
cold nerve ends

now half the clasped hand
funny fingers
tapping a beat

the best you could do
though you tried
oh so hard
but never learnt
to fly

"the greatest miracle is to be happy" (Santana, HK, 7th March 2008)