#poem, «Blue Lights»

BLUE LIGHTS

The rhythm of a thousand feet,
walking, running, shuffling, dancing,
syncopated, gravitated, elongated
and even at times refined,
they disappear and end as echoes
that suddenly reach the third floor,
but shadows from the street lamps
reach much further.

They penetrate the eyes that keep watch of our memories
and there evaporate and thus become the substance of dreams…

The blue lights and the red are on the top,
reflectors all around,
within, a beating heart,
a brother, sister, husband, wife,
a father, mother, friend,
who when you’re in your parties having fun
is walking in the rain,
alone and thinking of the ones he loves,

But on his beat he does remain,
so you can drink in peace tonight
while they are in their cars
with blue lights on the roof, and red,
willing, able and ready
to make of this blessed holiday also a peaceful night…

I wrote this poem two and a half years ago on Christmas Eve, thinking of all the Christmas Eves, Christmas Days, New Years et cetera that I had to work and that my brothers and sisters did too…

To all of them, in uniform and in plain clothes, may God bless and protect them…

C.2020, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 24 DEC 2020, Valencia, Spain