by Lawrence J. J. Leonard
Round and round around we went
surveying every inch of the square,
straight through the jagged alleyways
behind the crooked mall,
high above we stood in the clouds of misty white
watching people stroll the darkness of the streets.
Silently we sat amidst the crowded cafe porch
as cacophony blanketed our meditations.
Seconds passed and time revealed our youth
as the years crawled over us eroding our old age.
I awaken to the sound of violins
but my slumber has broken all the strings.
You shout, “Land!” I see land
through the blindness of your soul.
I squeeze your hand and you pull me down
to drift again upon the wreckage.
A gull calls out for us
but I can’t hear anymore.
Copyright © 1960-2017 Lawrence J. J. Leonard All rights reserved.