I used to walk around Leith in the rain...



Friday Night

Alone I walk through Friday night
Rain falls in sheets, it's purpose clear
To rid the streets of all that moves
Shrug off the night; pull morning near

Past tenements and breweries
The air alive with malt and grain
The remnants of a passing age
Romanticised 'neath pouring rain

Through cobbled lanes and empty wynds
Still miles to go, I persevere
Ahead a Kirk with towering spire
Where saintly bells toll passing years

By mounds of dead, long buried deep
The plague bell ringing in their ears
Now shadows in the winter night
Their story kindles childhood fears

The sound of surf comes through the squall
Abruptly, now the journey ends
A soft grey light tints eastern skies
As morning comes around again.

Late at night & into the early morning...