A Wounded Stranger In The Night Poem by Devrim Kande

Drizzling rain across the foyer
Heated debates deep in my thoughts
Take me away from here
Sick and tired of these lonely ports

Struggling to cope with her loss
May i be the map, to her-unknown flight
A wicked test edging me towards
A wounded stranger in the night

I deny me our song, without you
That soulful key on the piano
The sound....
The hold of our hands....what is to follow
More Still...in the room...maybe a glow

Adorn to the tune, with you
Let the drums roll in
The swivel....
Flesh to flesh....albeit so slow
Instant desires....controlled...embrace the flow