Raining Nocturne

Trying waves,
In a seashore scene,
List onwards,
Crashing on the beach,
Seen from this café.
No wavering meets the eye,
In this paradise,
Stricken in the rain,
With a beautiful storm.

No sensation brought to we,
Simply rest in the peace;
A twilit corner in an empty dream.

The people rushing past,
Have normality running bye,
No pain,
No fortune,
Living their own lives,
Blissfully ignorant,
And blissfully same;
Turning tricks,
For a moment's gain.

Our attention turns back to the bar,
A drink,
A sip,
Of coffee and rum,
The smoky air goes floating by,
With a twilight alibi,
Coming from the one man,
Sitting in the corner.

Gruff and brown,
Cloaked in green,
He puffs and puffs on a lit cigar,
Making pictures in the smoke,
A simple mood,
For a simple man,
But with kinship,
Nonetheless.
We don't walk over,
We don't meet eyes,
Simply enjoy the calm,
In our own simple rights.

ISA

I think you guys already know, but anything below my signature, I typically don't own. That being said, contemplate the image with the provided music and link. This was my main inspiration into writing this poem, and I think you'd enjoy it more with what's been provided.
Your choice,
ISA.
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