The Saunter ©
             By Artemis Quill 2024
                “No complaints, overpowered by
blessings”
The Saunter
A casual stroll around the city at night,  
With shadows draped like whispers on the street,  
My weary heart, a compass lost in flight,  
Resists the pull of slumber’s soft retreat.  
The moon, a lantern, casts its silver glow,  
On cobblestones where dreams and memories blend;  
Each step I take unveils a tale to show,  
Yet sleep eludes, a lover’s fervent end.  
It’s a foreboding atmosphere that reigns,  
As echoes of the past resound in light,  
While foreign scents and sounds ignite my veins,  
Awakening a yearning, wild and bright.  
In this nocturnal dance, my spirit flies,  
A restless heart beneath the endless skies.