The town is hushed as I walk through the night <br />My footsteps echoing around the empty streets like a drum <br />The rain begins to fall …. running down my face <br />Mingling with the tears across my cheeks … <br />A salty, soulful river <br /> <br />It awakens my mind to thoughts of you <br />And the happiness that escapes me <br />Like sand running through my fingers <br />I try to catch it in my hand … <br />But it is elusive and tantalising <br />So near.. and yet so far <br /> <br />I see my face reflected in the puddles … <br />Shattered to a thousand pieces as the raindrops fall … <br />Like my hopes and dreams <br />But then … the clouds are blown away … <br />And the puddles settle to a perfect reflection <br />Maybe …… one day ……<br /><br />Philip Vincent Sanders<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-walk/
