Walk

Seek.
That's what I was born to do.
I cannot shake this feeling.
It's growing from somewhere deep and blue.

The midnight lights flicker.
The sounds crackle.
I walk barefoot on the road.
Side stepping pot-holes as I go.

The air is hot and heavy.
Stray dogs simply look and turn away.
I berak a branch off a tree.
I prod the ground with the raw, ripped end.
I sit on the footpath and see the night unfold.

I see the morning begin its slow walk.
Lazy.
Hazy.
A walk towards another day of mundane frenzy.
Of regular irregularity.
Familiarity.
Sounds of the approaching light prod me.
I walk home.

Hazy Night

One hazy winter night
I saw a shooting star.
Your name escaped my lips...
My breath halted, just for a moment.

Was I being a fool?
How did you come into my thoughts,
unannounced.
Leaving at will..
to creep in another day!

My heart makes me wonder...
But judgment simply laughs...

You inched into my life,
as if from thin air.
Were you hiding just round the corner?
Was your heart making me paint you in my dreams?

Maybe another shooting star will give me the answers...
Maybe we will wish on it together....