Member Rara Avis
Cold gales of winter whisper through the night,
‘Cross the city, newly gilded with light.
Through streets of no shame, past stop lights of yore,
Where love was confessed two summers ago.
By houses of laughter, love and of song...
Beneath barren trees which mimic my wrong.
They echo the empty which blows through my heart,
Stripped bare to the core, awaiting new start.
With moon beams agaze, down on black tar...
An old lonely young man still must go far.
The journey's just started; path is still rough.
Just keep the wheels spinning and hope it's enough.
For as the winter's breeze blankets the town,
He knows in his soul life can't keep him down.