Window from Fife

The lights of the City shimmer gently

on the black velvet mirror of the Tay.

Jewels cast by some careless God,

Displaying the collected riches

Of the grey tenement streets

and faceless towers of concrete.

Reflected pearls of life,

Rippling harmoniously together

on the river’s glistening surface.

‘Til the morn breaks

and the unforgiving Sun,

sweeps their tranquility away.

With the heartless, blinding glare

of a bright new day.