A Trick Of The Light

The towers rise toward the stars,
And the moon, reflecting in the rippling bay
The lights blur along the motorway,
Like brightly-coloured oils

Smearing in the sky, the street-lights
Fly past, blending and leaving an exposure
A glow in the eye and reflecting on black
And chrome cars and the silver bullet

Train riding through the night,
Beneath the mountains,
To which the towers stand tall.