Saturday, April 28, 2007
Walking up the stony road with whispers here and there,
I heard a laugh, a gasp, a cry but none did I despair,
I walked a long the star lit street, with cafe to my side.
I did not stop for a bite to eat, for the night seemed to alive.
To alive to waste such time even to pause for moments few,
Tonight was for walking, not so much talking to anyone not even you.
Not to be rude, a brute, or blunt even if all those may seem true,
thought I that some situations and occasions deserve what they are due.
So leave me to walk in my quiet contemplation, continue on your way.
Sun will come and night will pass, and at last all can come as it may.