Somebody goes on way in light, <br />He takes his heart inside a bag, <br />He needs no lie, no stupid fight, <br />He is one`s love, has wings on back. <br />He is a man or maybe not, <br />We see another world in mind. <br />The sun is shining, it is hot, <br />He walks to us and is so kind. <br />He knows the truth about world. <br />He looks with big and clear eyes, <br />He is the light like prophets told, <br />His thoughts God`s massage symbolize. <br />He brings his love in open hands <br />To people who believe in him, <br />He is a friend and kindness sends <br />Those persons who in tears swim. <br />We`re full of loneliness and pain, <br />And always think about flesh, <br />And our dreams for us are main <br />If even they are full of trash. <br />The walkman goes to meet a fear <br />Of darkness, death and other things. <br />We cannot see him but he`s near, <br />It is for us salvation means. <br />We live in noise and have no time <br />To see each other every day. <br />He helps to bloom us like a lime, <br />Don`t mind whatever people say. <br />He helps believe in our dream, <br />To reach it when we don`t know way. <br />He is for us a water stream, <br />When we in desert heartless stay.<br /><br />Ekaterina Polischuk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-walkman/
