People-watching, briefly.

As I sit here today, the ones that I
A mess of smiles and you without.
We sit there in tranquility,
not a single word spoken
and I begin to think...

They sit there, peaceful.
Foreheads bulging with knowledge.
Some walk, graceful.
An almost airy presence of beauty
Often with an inner battle,
the angry man grins with pride.
All souls are holy, lonely, and dark.
The few who sleep,
and those forever dimly lit.
Though the awakened overpower
the dark,
and in light they dwell.