Wednesday, March 28, 2012

earworm #24 - Walking a Broken Heart

empty city, not a soul in sight...perfect

an exhale against night's chill
the words

something warm within, rises.

the rate I stroll rolls the rhythm out

dreams won't fly away.
sometimes they do

a melancholic peace,
accepting limits, moods.

1 comment:

Lodo Grdzak said...

Gotta love those long walks. That's where the real writing gets done.