Blue [the Chronicling of an Era]

Section IX [A Flawless Pseudo]

I have to admit, it is pretty here during the night

Storefronts are well lit, reflecting back my likeness

Push my hand to it, blurring it out as I walk away

It starts to rain, adding lines to a dark illustration

A fountain rests only a few blocks from here

Water pouring down a pyramid of steps

Into a circular pool, spot-lit by the moon

It was built to mark the old town square

There are no shadows in this town

Which leaves me with means to escape

The lights cast and fill the atmosphere

Paying no mind as they pass through us

Sitting near the fountain I see a crowd gather

A blue flying creature lands on my hand

Changing my focus to a haunting memory

Why are these winged creatures floating here?

Wait, I am struck with an instant sense of deja-vu

I push through the crowd to the center of the show

A hopeless fool is making a scene for our witness

I laugh mockingly; I’ve seen this end, and it is only the beginning

My feet call me away, and I toss a wish into the fountain

It never comes true, but it also never changes, its hope

The moon is not quite full, it pulls my eyes upward

Just to see its beauty, as it recedes to the clouds