The continual tears <br />Of the autumn rain <br />Seep into the soul <br />Of the lonely girl <br />At the morning bus stop. <br /> <br />The old man <br />At the leaf-strewn park <br />Conveys his troubles <br />To sympathetic pigeons. <br /> <br />At a neon party store <br />In the dusky sad evening, <br />I remember poems <br />I never recited <br />To the statuesque lady <br />Who captivated my mind <br />When her presence <br />Was like dream-vision <br />In my life. <br /> <br />I study the pensive eyes <br />That move gently like ghosts <br />Through these ephemeral days <br />Before they disappear <br />Into the mist of time; <br />I’ve felt the breeze of love <br />Softly brush across my face <br />Departing for another city.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/breeze-of-love/
