Sepia hued streets remind me
of the late nights that I spent wandering
around the city which used to be my only home.
When there was no end of the day
and when mornings signalled rest
And not the beginning of a busy day.
Sepia hued streets now,
remind me of the day gone by
for the dusk gives into night
and night turns into day
Even before I have savoured the last
moments of peace when the busybodies
have disappeared momentarily and
when the phones have stopped to ring
and the steady stream of messages
is now down to a trickle,
like a waterfall in the summer.
Sepia hued streets beckon me still
almost challenging me to a round
of exploration and a stroll down memory lane.
But I must not give into temptations
For to realise the dreams of an abode
I must rise with the day and promise
the sepia hued streets that I will return
another day