THE VALLEY

I look at the view everyday.

At the sunset, over the mountains and hills of hollywood. The moon at night and stars they are there all the time,

I smoke cigarettes out there, just to look at the panorama of the mountains,

then trees,

then cars,

and city life,

The sounds of traffic,

horns, planes,

dogs howling in the wind,

laughter from a couple walking down below my patio...

Tonight; 3 am, fog-mists up across the horizon, 

like living amongst the clouds of black smoke

You can see no mountains,

no sky, even the moon and stars are dark,

The lights of the city streets billowing in the background...

the view is now missing that certain something.

Never so enthralling is my view,

For it is mine and mine alone in that moment.

Neither a dog or a happy couple can take away the moment...

The fog ruins the night sky