Thursday, May 24, 2012


  • Why don't you ever seek me out
    when you are moving along the night streets
    along the paths of here I am?

    I like walking in darkness
    alone with someone who is alone
    eyes to the sky
    hoping to avoid the sleeping masses
    that lay huddled
    in rags and dirty discarded soiled sleeping bags
    on the cement sidewalks they call home

    I look to the trees
    whose branches take on another form
    waving in the slight cool wind
    that blows in from the restless ocean
    Murmers of life from another place
    some other time

    I know you have quietly passed by
    thinking inwardly of a question
    to which you fear any reply.

    For that could lead to the path of who knows where
    that might end at perhaps forever


1 comment:

Bo┼╝enna said...

Pozdrawiam serdecznie!