Love coming to me rushing like cadenced tunes
shuffling thought into one direction, holding me
I walk alone pushing through the calm streets
the breeze biting my coat as I feel my feet warm to pace
Streetlights on this old route are dim, letting night be
the darkness separates and the glow washes my weary eyes
I walk along the skippy deer and they open their odd gang
the face-off brief and an utter silence ensues, holding me still
No cracking leaves only my frozen fists and numb breath
beat to the timing of it all, fullness giving whole glimpses to life
I wander now no way to go but with the hallowed space I’m given
the rushing patter slows me to a stroll, love quickens to hold me
