Thursday Evening

Thursday evening mist holds

Yellow gleam from the streetlights standing in the cold

Wistful branches sway

Promising calls from far away

By the lilac tree

Open its arms to me

Step by step to move along

Leaves fall down and the wind blows whistling a song

In this space to be

All this air to breath

Open eyes to see

Live in the present, so free

Empty roads and open doors

What has gone? What's to come? What lingers from before?

Weary heads that walk alone

Drift along in the breeze to find their way home