Home.

Her heels click against uneven stones

Black lace up boots at the end of opaque tights

and tired feet

the night-time-still hovers over the deep

and shadows threaten to claim their ancient right

the rain clings to damp buildings
Its familiar scent heavy in her lungs

bones of leviathans and oliphants stand to either side

sentinels and friends

She pauses
in the middle of the rain soaked street-

still in the hush-

and raises her arms

Spinning in time with the glorious night song 

Serenaded by the stars

Partnered in her dance by a gentle wind

She can't imagine anything more beautiful

As she flips up her hood and continues home

to a warm fire and a stiff drink