BRIEF NIGHT


Soft raindrops falling on street
Words spoken left behind
He walks, slow steps
Time passing without thought

Dwell on the past, to what end
City lights drifting behind him
Raindrops cleansing the world and soul
Quiet in the brief night

Lightning strikes in an image
A tree falls in the distance
Wet smoke caressing the liquid air
What next? Keep walking

Forward, always forward
If he looks back it begin again
The dreams and fears
Walk into the brief night

Michael V Hechtman Copyright 2000