Walkin' Down the Avenue

Walkin’ down the avenue

Once again so far from my home

I raise, from my memory, fuel for my soul

An image of love, dreams and goals

And I question given the chance to play again, would I learn to smile at the rain

Conjure up a city, so that I feel at home

I’ve been severed so long; It’s hard to tell when I’m alone

Intimacy’s lost suspicion surrounds

 I ceded today, I can’t recall when I held my ground

So we all can see I Sacrifice life for something, dubious and grand

Playing with my life that won’t be dealt youth’s second hand

Overhearing tired voices in an alleyway speaking of antiquity

Playing the Prophet’s of our times I forfeit sufficiency

In the harbor I hear a distant voice, anchored in my memory

Crying come home, this vessel crying is me

And I walk streets unknown in so many foreign lands

Intersections of life I’m Lost without you guiding my hand

Meet so many soldiers, days full of memories

Sharing olden laughter reminiscing yesterday’s stories

Try to find the insight that we’ve all had in younger years

Knowing that it’s possessed but hidden by our fears

One foot on the sidewalk the other in the street

Thinking back on walks we shared, nights on 14th street

Hold up in a hotel room, neon lights on me a blaze

See a fireplace in my mind's eye, through the dreamlike haze

Your breath sounds of solace, I feel you laying next to me

Yet the strain of the distance creates immunity

Good night kisses on telephone lines meant for human skin

Staring of into the night sky through the neon’s dim.

©2001 Sean Moore

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