The contrasts of the peaceful
Moonlit night
And the pounding bass
Of the impromptu disco
The convergence
Issues a moaning wail
As the soul of a person
Flies
And
Dies
All in one breath
The bell tower
Nothing more than metal on a string
Sways in the ever blowing winds
Of a life always on the move
Railings
Bars
All to keep the most important at bay
To keep reality from seeping in
And it does
Reality has a way of being ever elusive
Suddenly fleeing
When you think you have found it
~ Chavonda Frazier