the traffic is not so loud,
the sky is covered in cloud.
the rain is just an excuse
to make you of some use.
don’t be scared little big umbry
you won’t b seared, it’s not sunny!
can’t you ‘see’ the wind blow?
the tension is also at a low.
this i’ll always say without fail.
remember how we got back on the trail?
so come let’s make this evening too
before they come back and confine us in the zoo!
oh how is this?
the memory of a forgotten kiss!
old i am for sure
but at heart still pure.
who says i’ll walk alone tonight?
you’ll be there by my sight.
i remember those walks also
in the mud and across the snow.
creak you do as my bones
make it fast before life mourns.
:-) .............. nice!
ReplyDeleteA walk... I had one too... must have been at least half a decade back. The moon was high..and clear, the summer wind was comfortably cool, and the lake was still as the night. I had a walk that night. Sandwiched between the woman I loved and my best friend ( or so I had thought)... one slow, soft, calm, relaxed, unwinding walk, down that path, round the lake. I wonder what could we have been thinking, what must have been going through our minds then? It feels like another lifetime. but then, what else could we have thought, what else could we have wished for, than hope that the night would never end! Looking back now, I know what went wrong. I understand better why things have come to this point. And I am not angry anymore. Because I understand it now; we don't have to judge each other for falling apart... we just have to forgive ourselves for growing up.
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