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 ……
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Dear Phil, This is a lovely poem. The mood is certain. The music sure. Rain is a song in itself. I am glad it sang for you on your 'Night Walk'. Wishing your pensive mood a happier tomorrow. Regards, Sandra