As through the winter's rain I go <br />And facing chilly winds that blow, <br />As I do wander here alone <br />Along the paths of cobbled stone, <br />The walls are steep on either side <br />No home in which I can abide, <br />For hopes of love have passed me by <br />As clouds now weep and gently cry. <br /> <br />Within the alley that I walk <br />The feral cats begin to stalk, <br />From bins upturned they follow me <br />As if it is their territory, <br />They see me off into the road <br />They hiss and scratch and then they goad, <br />For hopes of love have passed me by <br />As clouds now weep and gently cry. <br /> <br />Along the faceless streets of hate <br />I walk along and cannot wait, <br />Or stop to talk to those who dwell <br />The people I once new so well, <br />Who now don't give me time of day <br />But simply look the other way, <br />For hopes of love have passed me by <br />As clouds now weep and gently cry. <br /> <br />As darkness falls I carry on <br />My spirit's weak my will has gone, <br />Yet in my dreams I think of you <br />The only love I ever knew, <br />Against the arch I rest my head <br />And slowly make my sodden bed, <br />For hopes of love have passed me by <br />As clouds now weep and gently cry.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-clouds-now-weep/
