Wednesday, June 17, 2009
A Stranger's Blues
As, the evening
Stealthily approaches my reverie
And, I look up to find the day waning
It is the stranger’s soul that I seek.
And, while the shadow lengthens
In this austere room
I, stop to start...
To seek the abandoned hope...
Maybe, I am welcome
Or, just an intruder
And the wine of the night
Just tolerates my insolence...
A long road unfolds
As, I stand at the edge of the chasm
It is not the plunge that scares me
Only, that I may falter at the edge...