Night Walk Poem by Philip Vincent Sanders

The town is hushed as I walk through the night
My footsteps echoing around the empty streets like a drum
The rain begins to fall …. running down my face
Mingling with the tears across my cheeks …
A salty, soulful river

It awakens my mind to thoughts of you
And the happiness that escapes me
Like sand running through my fingers
I try to catch it in my hand …
But it is elusive and tantalising
So near.. and yet so far

I see my face reflected in the puddles …
Shattered to a thousand pieces as the raindrops fall …
Like my hopes and dreams
But then … the clouds are blown away …
And the puddles settle to a perfect reflection
Maybe …… one day ……