A fog is clouding my mind
I see no sign of the time
I appear in a cobble street
Gas lamps pierce the gloom
The heat of a brazier at my feet
I wander on past doorways
That hide so many secrets
And goings on
So many people
Twisted and straight alike
Having to get along
A man begs in rags
A woman with child in hand
Beckons showing herself
Calling to me offering a good time
Something she knows nothing of
And never had in this land
I near the street corner as the fog begins to lift
A car goes by, a man on his mobile phone speaks
I am saved
Back in the modern world
Where love and hope are plentiful gifts
Or are they?
No reproduction without permission Copyright Tina Avis 2007
I see no sign of the time
I appear in a cobble street
Gas lamps pierce the gloom
The heat of a brazier at my feet
I wander on past doorways
That hide so many secrets
And goings on
So many people
Twisted and straight alike
Having to get along
A man begs in rags
A woman with child in hand
Beckons showing herself
Calling to me offering a good time
Something she knows nothing of
And never had in this land
I near the street corner as the fog begins to lift
A car goes by, a man on his mobile phone speaks
I am saved
Back in the modern world
Where love and hope are plentiful gifts
Or are they?
No reproduction without permission Copyright Tina Avis 2007
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