A homeless smile
I see you there, oh friend
walking gleefully,
across the street in bright sunlight,
amidst a merry little pack of yours,
head held up high
and hand in hand with your Adam or Eve.
A half smile took birth in me,
wondering why;
trying to make it out to the world,
for a moment losing sight,
of its doomed fate;
its evanescent destiny.
It died out soon enough,
like its countless lost siblings;
nowhere near any place it wanted to be.
Not before lighting that familiar fire;
the fire that just won’t sleep,
and burning itself down to ashes.
But it will live on oh friend!
for when the sun goes down,
when the world comes alive,
while the fire still burns and takes all it can,
the ashes will be laid to rest,
in golden waters at a shady bar.
Funny this, My friend!
for no fuel ever put out a fire.
But in the time of this unceasing eclipse,
amidst this drought of light,
The heart yearns for what it can’t get;
even if it fuels the fire that burns my soul.
So I stand silently afar, oh friend,
for your smile has found life;
found places to live in.
Not a place like this one: probably headed to the bar,
drenched in the rain,
about to be burnt again.


