Day by day, sometimes pray
Out of control what more can one say?
Walk the streets, no eye contact made
On your own, will you fall?
Stumble, caught by hands unknown.
Considering eyes, you have known before,
No words are spoken, lost in imagination
Tears flow, why?
Who are you? Needing to know,
A hand holds yours.
Walk with me, quiet words spoken
Walking holding hands with who?
Feelings strange, cannot understand
Suddenly feel love as never before.
Turn to look at a face you should know
Words will not flow, no control.
Please forgive, unable to understand
A smile appears that would melt the heart of a GOD
In an instant, they are gone.
Standing still, strange looks from passers by
Weekend dreams have returned it seems
What is happening here?
Stumble onward, trying to fit in
Pass a house, familiar surroundings
The door it opens, a voice is heard
My darling! my darling! where have you been?
Weekends, they come and go
Keep on fighting, tomorrow, who knows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
John, an insightful write. Well penned.+++10 Robert