The evening casts its pallor of gloom
As clouds of pleasure dance crazily across the sky.
An old shop at the corner of the lane
Chants an emotional yet obsolete tune
While mortals trudge on drearily.
I see a reflection on the water
Of an ancient, pock-marked face
Deep in thought, lined with despair.
He lights a cigarette and the hazy smoke rings
Ripple away into the muddy obscurities of time.
A thousand feet shuffle in the darkness
As the last embers of light flicker and die.
With uncontrollable rage, the rain begins to fall
The light, now reduced to mere specks
Dazzles like diamonds on an oasis
Beautiful smells tantalize the nostrils
The Earth speaks in eloquent words.
Antique houses, sepia-tinted snapshots of by-lanes
Fill my memory with delightful thoughts of infancy.
The reservoir of water in Heaven dries up soon.
Countless people step onto the darkened path
The violet sky with the silvery moon
Illuminates the landscape
Shedding its pink tassels
Over the mystical mountain.
The fading puddles beckon
Nostalgic dreams in my confused mind.
The wind pulls my ears again
I listen to the plaintive tune, morbid as the night
I need a magical poet
Who will scribble lines on the undulating lane
Making dead souls rise again.
I stand facing the murky world
And all I think of is you
My auburn coloured Goddess with liquid eyes.
My life has come full circle
This is where I end and begin anew
My journey to eternity
After the candle is extinguished
And someone walks over the water
In which my image stands.