Tranquil Scene

Dundee at night, looking down from my window in my flat at all the lights of the houses.

Out of glass they twinkle,
So sweet and beautiful it all is,
Doors appear out of nowhere
Then vanish without a miss.

The swishing and swirling of leaves,
Create a tranquil scene,
Life seems so perfect,
Until it all falls to pieces.

Like valleys and mountains they fall and rise,
In the distance a shimmer glistens,
Silhouettes of the ranges shine in shadow;
Painted in deep blue and black.

Darkness becomes thicker,
More real and foreboding,
Consuming all that touches it,
Yet one can’t help but love the scene.