Evening

Evening
Evening descends upon the city, lights flicker like stars in descent,
the moon, a silver disc, keeps watching over dreams that stray into the night.
Streets empty, echoes of footsteps, each a story, each a song,
the night embraces silence, a soft blanket, every secret whispers away.
The scent of rain on asphalt, fresh and earthy,
a promise of life, reflections in puddles,
a dance of light, the world silently floating.
A cat slinks along walls, unseen, eyes glittering,
a wraith in the twilight, master of shadows,
quiet and serene, a whisper in the night, a silent dreamer.
The wind plays with abandoned newspapers,
a ballet  in the deserted street,
stories of yesterday, lost in time,
a symphony of silence that never fades.
Thus ends the day, and begins the night,
a cycle of forever and always,
the city breathes out, the city breathes in,
a poem without rhyme, in the timeless struggle.