Stranger

 

Passing by now,

Head dipped in sorrow,

A conquest of the heart

See’s no tomorrows but

A presence of pain.

 

            A troop of steel columns

Pass by in random file,

     Never looking but

Keeping stance against

Sleet and rain – the wind

Turning circles around

A future in vain.

 

     The ball placed upon your

Back a balancing act,

Progress slow and methodical,

Nowhere to smile in a hurry

But worry, nowhere to cry

But home alone, a secret flurry

     Of tears.

 

     Five feet ahead be your

Focus on a floor decked in concrete

Reminding us of walls even beneath

Our shoes.

     But I could see! Of a

Thousand eyes only I could

Feel the friend in need.

 

     Brown eyes, dark skin

Beneath a coat to hide a

Thousand chills, but if my will

Be mine, I’ll take you home,  

Thaw your bones,

Give your sparkle back,

See who you may be.

 

     Time, now see’s all alone,

Yet kindred spirits be everywhere

If you dare to raise your eyes,

     To fly alive above the silence

Of collective din,

            The noise of broken hearts,

The cacophony of a people starved.

 

            You will win,

Win back the all you gave,

Reclaim the life for yours to keep

For the university of pain,

     Brings life.

 

            In a world where

Winter stalks the living with

Hollow clones, and your sorrow

     Never ends,

     Spring begs a brave hello,

     Awards degrees to

     You my friend

     You who’ll live a life no bounds;

     A  Graduate of light.

 

 

Michael J Waite 0107hrs Friday 6^th January 2009