The continual tears
Of the autumn rain
Seep into the soul
Of the lonely girl
At the morning bus stop.
The old man
At the leaf-strewn park
Conveys his troubles
To sympathetic pigeons.
At a neon party store
In the dusky sad evening,
I remember poems
I never recited
To the statuesque lady
Who captivated my mind
When her presence
Was like dream-vision
In my life.
I study the pensive eyes
That move gently like ghosts
Through these ephemeral days
Before they disappear
Into the mist of time;
I’ve felt the breeze of love
Softly brush across my face
Departing for another city.
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/breeze-of-love/
