Strasse

Curtains quiver frail
 with golden light
 of a dormant city bowl
 cupped by hills of streets
 I awake with thoughts 
 the midnight intersection 
 connected forever 
 turning point of two lives.

One way street that we travelled
 now it divides to two
 remembered routes of return 
 a map of new directions
 along streets that lead away
 there are no wrong turns
 just different paths 
 that lead to our futures.
 
Ciaran Burke