Walking down this
dark alley
Wrapped up in a
woolen shawl
I go into musings…of
my imagined reality!
Yesterday the book
that I had closed
Lies open on my palms
today
And Lo! There it is,
my heart that I had lost long ago.
I walk down the green
path that runs
Along the pine
boulevard of my dreams…
Instead of these
wintry winds of the night
An evening breeze
hums in my ears
Little raindrops fall
upon me, and you,
And we hear the
cuckoo of spring ‘coo-ing’!
My loneliness leaves
me
When I feel your
fingers crossing mine
I cannot let go this
ambience that we create
And yet, I can see
you leaving…
Now there are only
dusty walls surrounding me
In this dark alley,
as I walk all alone!